An Echo Divine

I do and don’t believe in God,

at exactly the same time

 

A paradox like the Trinity,

an unwritten verse that rhymes

 

I feel him inside me with every step,

while knowing he’s not there

 

I carry his joy within my heart,

though reason not to share

 

A metaphysical oxymoron,

incomprehensibly proclaimed

 

And while science tears him limb from limb

 —I still call out his name

 

(Villanova Chapel: February, 2020)

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