Whose Wound Reveals Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The world that we escape to…
a thunder strike to come

That inner passing night train
the past and future run

An image once to blind you
now guiding through the maze

Temptation and redemption
twin catalysts betrayed

One vision chosen blindly
new insight falls like rain

As darkness drains the cosmos
reflection dyed and stained

But memory comes as Savior
stigmata left behind

Whose wound is now a fountain
—where flows the deeper mind

(Plane Back from Dallas: June,2018)