Waiting For Supper Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Waiting For Supper
Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed
Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
of those who are called
Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation
awaits in the ground
Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound
(The New Room: February,2025)
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