The Light Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Light



I stare back from the last horizon,
and scientists look bemused

Theologians prey among themselves,
mystics stay confused

Once through the light Divining
no beginnings or their ends

All truth transcending within itself
—as time and space descend

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2019)

Thursday, March 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: light
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