Argument

Three in one One in three Intellect meets muddle in mystery Of Omnipotent Glory Withered before it Flesh in dust before the Spirit Seared by absurdity Daring Pitiable piousness Preying on immaculate righteousness With dripping altars of our fear. How could man invent … Something greater than his enlightenment? How could he know … Someone infinite to the wisdom of ego? What is given Is what is revealed Dew drops from the mercy of heaven My thoughts transparent Before him My desire unconcealed Rush to meet him I am the sparrow An Icarus in the shadow of the hawk Returning to my longing The lost exodus Of my beginning Broken Like an eagle’s wing A few feathers of faith Is all I have To kneel me at the veil again.