Gabriel Calls

My heart belongs to providence,
  I walk the final mile

My footsteps bought and paid for,
 I clear the last denial

My faith is bold and steadfast,
 new rain begins to fall

Through the fog a trumpet’s blowing,
  the gate now open,
  —Gabriel calls

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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