Squaring The Circle
Better minds than mine teased through
The paradox of Trinity.
Distinct but different they say;
A perplexity most agree.
The conundrum is essence,
Something beyond mere energy
Or space or time or blind force—
They are viewed as three persons,
A Deity in unity:
Father, son, Holy Spirit.
These persons, no one disagrees,
But what is this . . . this substance?
What words bare this reality?
Or must we yield to image,
Symbol, metaphor and simile?
Essence is relationship
Since three is one, and one is three—
A personal paradox:
This three, always, in harmony.