Our Divine Trinity

I wish to sing a thousand songs of you
atop a mountain as the Savior sang,
expiring from my lungs the wind that blew
through holy lips from which the Lord's word spread
I should instruct the masses in your ways,
teach them every tiny quirk and glitter, and they'll
record as gospel every word I say,
in awe of images so purely female.
A faith would spread like tidal waves around
an earthquake; converts would, their loves forgone,
construct cathedrals on the hallowed ground
that myths say we may have made love upon-
For I'm my Father, poetry's my Son,
And you're my Holy Spirit; we are one.

By Jason Paul Fox

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