Gabriel's Horn
A captive of your ontology,
a tiger in a cage
Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
your life played out on stage
You pace the floor incessant,
as anger builds within
And hear the distance calling,
feeling trapped, an alien
Will that trumpet ever reach you,
by whose Archangel you’re reborn
Will redemption come to free you
—if Saint Gabriel blows his horn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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