Their Peace Like A Blanket Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

To my home, the words take me
each calling by name

Tearing walls from around me
passion free, unrestrained

Their visions at midnight
have lulled me to sleep

Their message when troubled
my nightmare to greet

Through the long and the short
it's the words once again

Like the tide on the shore,
they return as a friend

And lately I'm hearing
an echoed refrain

From verses long distant
offloading my pain

These words that I hear
more whisper than shout

And what I once questioned,
I no longer doubt

Through my voice they're respoken
to shield me from harm

Their peace like a blanket
—under which I am warm

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)