The Present Flows Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Present Flows



Closing the door on my yesterdays,
tomorrow looked on in pride

Setting the lock on the future and past
—in isolation they both cried

A Savior instant, the moment supreme,
as the now both comes and goes

All memory forsaken in times broken dreams
—as eternal, the present flows

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2018)

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