Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Right After the Bell

The Baltimore Catechism,
mornings at eight
Sister Marcella,
don’t ever be late

Its message didactic,
the devil to run
Each question, each answer,
with God zero-sum

Who and what made me,
and why every day
Resistance was futile,
dissent not displayed

An altar boy’s memories,
his sacristy torn
Still missing the process
—where freedom was born

(Saint Thomas of Villanova Chapel: December, 2021)

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Jeannie Cronin December 2, 2021 at 10:25 AM The instinctual human quest for freedom eventually leads us to question “every” tie that binds us. When we get tired of all the pushing and pulling at the mirrors reflection of a Gordian knot, that’s when we learn to live with the unraveling of our lives. Fantastic, loved the writing, simple and thought provoking on a subject familiar to most. Kurt Philip Behm December 2, 2021 at 10:31 AM Thanks Jeannie, much appreciated! Kurt