Glass Houses Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Stopping just short of judgment,
his mind took a leap

Whose soul rose as substance
now ready to speak

Words before never uttered
or spoken in vain

This acknowledgement followed
crying out in refrain…

"The joy in the brotherhood
all torment by choice

"To share in celebration,
we alone can't rejoice

"The critic inside us
the judger of sins

"Is best left in silence
till it targets within"

As time will remind us,
and these words will recall

All biting reprisal
—the coward's downfall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)