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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel him inside me with every step, while knowing he's not there// wow great