His Grace
The gravity of freedom…
all truth pulled back and forth
With God inside the Blackest Hole,
unseen, he sets your course
The speed your feelings travel,
regulated by the light
Your prayers like photons, crying out
—His Grace to guide your flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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