A Haven Safe
I write for the
aberrate visitor,
that stumbles upon my words
A buried shaft
for them to mine,
a voice that can be heard
Each poem baptized
as a child,
redemptions holy source
To comfort those
in pain and loss,
escape from their remorse
A secret voice
for searching ears,
that wander then alone
A haven safe
to offer hope
—and welcome them back home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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