I fear I do not explain You well.
I get the pronouns wrong
when I speak of You;
somehow an “all” creeps in,
suggesting three separate
entities, functions, realities.
The intellectual approach –
(explanations of doctrine,
refutations of heresies,
the specialties of some Internet guy)
feels flat to me:
a demand that truth be granted
and no questions be asked
does not turn a hard concept
into metaphysics, much less poetry.
Yet all my analogies fail the test.
Perhaps I am an inevitable heretic,
trying too hard to get it right.
Is it enough to feel awed
by how You loved us into being,
and how You became one of us,
and how You are always on the move?
I hope so.