Pascal's Wager
There’s nothing objective about spirit,
in that lies its strength and its truth
Unable to measure, only to feel,
its critics profane and uncouth
Science declares it the enemy,
its formulas explaining away
Why love has no bearing and within it we’re lost
—God’s execution unstayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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