An Angel Appears Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
An Angel Appears
Battling each
paradigm
I wandered alone
Straight into
the maelstrom
of thundering tomes
My nose
pointed North
spitting into the wind
Decision once made
a line crossed
from within
Reciting
a dogma
both precious and torn
The words fill my spirit
once lost
and forlorn
Chasing a promise
that's eluded
so long
An Angel appears
to whose will
— I belong
(The New Room: January,2025)
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