The Holy Trinity

 

It is Holy Trinity Sunday.

Time to dust off the Dogmatics.

Speak of God as H-2-0:

water with three parts -

mist, liquid, ice.

 

Or a three-leaf clover will do

to disclose the Three-In-One.

 

Why do we bother with

images, icons, projections of God

worthy to be shattered

by the mystery unsolved?

 

How dare we define the Divine,

Domesticate the Godhead?

 

Go ahead: Draw your pictures,

color your triangles,

speak of the Three-In-One,

and the One-In-Three.

 

Use the Athanasian Creed litmus test

of Father / Son / Spirit.

But all the while do not trust

The limit of language,

the confinement of metaphor,

the simplicity of simile.

 

The Ancients knew

one could not be

in the presence of the living God

and live.

 

Moses beholds God’s backside,

Jeremiah – God’s fingers in his mouth,

Isaiah God’s robe and a hot coal.

 

The Christ confined in flesh,

Spirit unmanageable,

Cosmic-Creator.

 

Expand do not contract the Divine,

for God is the Great Iconoclast.

 

And we at last

with Job

stand in the Divine Presence

jaws dropping

in muted wonder.

 

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By Kenn Storck – may be used with permission

kennstorck@gmail.com see: pastorkennsstudy.blogspot.com