Your Last Vow Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Does music have a language,
does feeling have a name

Is love the sole survivor
that calls beyond the grave

Do excuses have a reason
for the falsehoods that they spew

Does honor have a season
to restore the faith you knew

Do all mothers have a father
or just sons to tell their tale

Do all preachers write their sermons
to rehash what God curtails

Are the words then just a token
when cast out from the heart

Is judgment left unspoken
with belief cut up in parts

Is direction now forbidden
and all meaning thusly doomed

Is laughter all but hidden
with its smile partly groomed

Is today beyond tomorrow
and why replaced with how

Do the questions feign an answer
indecision—your last vow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2018)