One Face Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

One Face



I met a man along the bank,
come back from Galilee

He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy

His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue

And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back—not two

(Dreamsleep: December,2020)

Saturday, December 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: divinity
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