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)
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An interesting pairing of poems. While I find Pascal's wager to be a bit of a tautology, you are damned good at expressing yourself!
Thanks for reading and commenting. I look at
it more paradoxically.
Kurt
That is so funny... I was about to add that I often feel like Schroedinger's cat: I do not believe yet I believe at the same time. Maybe I just want to hedge my wager!
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