Your head’s in the sand
the canary at hand
The beggar inside you
his kingdom commands
Mired in apathy
lost in denial
One last Armageddon
—the price of your wile
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
As Aquinas Asked
Without there being a God,
we could never question his existence
Through the shadows of the interrogatory
divinity shines
Do apes question, do birds question,
do flowers question—Aquinas asked
Only through the act of self-reflection
—is the Creator truly known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Time That Matters
Fantasy,
a past remembered
Travesty,
regret in embers
Sophistry,
no reason proffered
Majesty,
the treasure offered
Artistry,
the future tendered
Modesty,
true self is rendered
Memory,
where life is gathered
Presently,
—the time that matters
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
I will simply state...
My head must be out of the sand because I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflection lately!
~Laura~
And I would expect no less from you.
Thanks Laura
Kurt
My pleasure 🤗
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