Its Reckoning Comes Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Is God to interpret
and religion the why

Is forever too heavy
to pledge bye and bye

Does the Devil provide balance
to a concept in stone

Is he laughing inside us
mocking all that we know

Is God left to children
and those purest of heart

Is all truth chained to symbols
has its lock come apart

Are the years there to change us
is each day meant to count

Are the scriptures worth hearing
if belief has to shout

To those fanatics among us
yes, you know who you are

A power looms distant
beyond testament's scar

Its claim staked by no one,
its icon's unseen

And its reckoning comes
—when you wake from this dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)