Blessed To Begin Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Blessed To Begin
Sages and broomsticks
motherless pearls
Witches that threaten
fatherless girls
Curse of the ages
old grudges remain
A coven of stages
to hide from the rain
The markings of Satan
the touch of the Lord
A death plated sunset
and winner forlorn
The trap now a quandary
and you must break free
As with all soiled laundry
to burn once deceived
The truth is not distant
first word never feigned
The peace that you're seeking
inside you unclaimed
So let go of the dogma
the medals will melt
New songs of arrival
you'll write most heartfelt
But the moment is now
and the moment is clear
Once the moment is christened
new joy spins from fear
To those who still threaten
with eternity damned…
Say:
"Away with your blasphemy,
stop where you stand
These wings have reopened
my eyes looking in
New life has been gifted
—I'm blessed to begin"
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2014)
Deep and intriguing. Flows easily and rhythmically, but demands contemplation. Well-written, good poet.
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4/23/2024 4:40:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As someone who just left the Mormon religion and all religions in general I appreciate your recognition of the use of threats as a means of control. It is a new world outside of the dogma and guilt and I find that my life really did begin again. Awesome poem!