Gabriel's Horn Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A captive of your ontology,
a tiger in a cage

Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
your life played out on stage

You pace the floor incessant,
as anger builds within

And hear the distance calling,
feeling trapped, an alien

Will that trumpet ever reach you,
by whose Archangel you're reborn

Will redemption come to free you,
—if Saint Gabriel blows his horn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)