Heaven's Imprint
Though happy when wealthy
I’m happy when poor
my happiness fluid
and flows from the core
The riches inside me
their bounty implied
with love as the constant
rejection denied
All queens in their castles
each king on his throne
their gentry in waiting
court jesters bemoan
True joy in the notion
not fashioned by whim
That our souls were imbued
—and sainted within
(The First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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