Pointing the Way
In the search for Crazy Horse,
I found myself
He freed my voice,
as he opened up my heart
Sharpening my words
like the tip of his lance
Leading me through the forest
back into the light
Across the wide prairie
where the winds blow free
The sun not only rising
—but pointing the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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