Divinity Chosen Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Do three dimensions,
preclude a fourth

Does pointing toward South,
prevent being North

Is now just the midpoint,
between future and past

Does the freedom to choose,
leave all nature aghast

Is one and one two,
if one is in doubt

Are the whole or its parts,
what this world is about

Are Creation and Physics,
at war with themselves

Is Divinity chosen
—willed unto one self

(Saint David's Pennsylvania: July,2019)