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)

 

Comments1

  • jarcher54

    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!

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks for reading and commenting. I look at
      it more paradoxically.

      Kurt

      • jarcher54

        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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