The Last Bell Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Last Bell



Senses untamed,
spaces to reign

Bodies that die,
spirits to fly

By length or by width,
time is a myth

Dimension aground,
essence refound

Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back

Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached

All that was spoken,
providence sings

Grand sublimation,
—last bell to ring

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)

Saturday, April 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: spirit
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