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)