The world that we escape to…
a thunder strike to come
That inner passing night train
the past and future run
An image once to blind you
now guiding through the maze
Temptation and redemption
twin catalysts betrayed
One vision chosen blindly
new insight falls like rain
As darkness drains the cosmos
reflection dyed and stained
But memory comes as Savior
stigmata left behind
Whose wound is now a fountain
—where flows the deeper mind
(Plane Back from Dallas: June, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Kurt,
Wow...I felt the painful sting!
A fabulously penned poem!
An awesome read...
to say the least!
~Laura~
So glad, thanks.
Kurt
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