Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
the night has a thousand eyes
The music fades, past dance is done
the future’s siren cries
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
all prophecy would say
Your father deaf, your mother blind
bequeathed of both you pray
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
last chariot at the gate
New flames have come, the beating drums
the lots have cast your fate
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
one choice to leave or stay
Deception fore, with lies behind
—time killing either way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Now Heaven Shone
At eighteen,
I thought that I could write my way to heaven
I’d waltz right in, announce my name, and sit
down on its throne
At twenty-five,
I sat in jail to rot in isolation
my freedom gone, my will deformed,
but worst of all alone
At thirty-five,
I thought that I could write my way to riches
the screenplay bombed, all doors were closed,
and wounds there freshly mined
At forty-eight,
I met a man who told me I was lost
“By Looking Out The Words Won’t Come,
Your Truth You’ll Never Find…”
By fifty-five,
my path was set—all trails converged as one
the entrance closed, the exit marked,
a road of denser stone
By sixty-eight,
all verse within, the lines reset to music
the darkness gone, my words set free
—all light now heaven shone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Thank you for my birthday gift! 😉
There’s no Hallmark card that can match yours...
...“all verse within, the lines reset to music
the darkness gone, my words set free
__all light now heaven shone”...
Exquisite!
~Laura~
Happy Birthday Dear Laura!
Kurt
Thank you 😊
My other birthday gift ...THE FALL CITY MANDATE...was just delivered! Looking forward to reading it!
What an honor for me. I really hope you enjoy it.
Kurt
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