Shadows On the Wall
How do we profess
what we can’t understand
The very nature of this
takes on certain demands
If it’s truly beyond
our ability to know
Something deeper is calling,
where thought cannot go
These walls that surround us,
this cave that we’re in
False images dance,
Plato’s fire burns thin
To truly cross over,
breaking free of its chains
We must turn our eyes inward
—to release and proclaim
(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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