Inward Calls Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Inward Calls



The years forever lost to time
but each moment is perpetual
Dreams packed and stored in the instant
of the wills inception

Centuries of regret erased
in the flash of a second baptism
Stillness calling us inward
—eternally reborn

(The New Room: June,2022)

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