Each Calling
Sleeping in the open air,
reconstitutes my soul
Walking through an empty space,
my spirit free to roll
Looking once but hearing twice,
each calling from above
Seeing clearly deep within,
—new messages of love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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