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Kurt Philip Behm

Pascal\'s Wager (+1)

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)

 

 

 

Last Stop

 

Traipsing off to the cave

with my feelings and thoughts

 

A Hermit I’ll be,

my last battle now fought

 

Alone with my memories,

together indwelt

 

Eternity reckoned

—transcending myself

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)