Pascal's Wager

October 16, 2020

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)

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