On Faith Alone Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

On Faith Alone



While hidden deep from nature's wrath,
waiting in disguise

Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied

As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain

Tomorrow the most promised wish
—till spring comes back again

(The New Room: February,2021)

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