Of One Being?
My mind can barely grasp the trinity—
How is the Holy One, arm in arm, three?
This truly dims me with perplexity.
Beyond Hubble’s lens is this mystery;
Beyond what this aging eye probes to see.
(The sound eye can view You in purity.)
Let my prying mind cease its scrutiny.
The way light shafts, through that midwinter tree:
With pure heart, I see in simplicity.