Holy Trine Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

HOLY TRINE
From where, in the beginning emerged
this Universe; and in the end
where gets it embedded? !
The spinning planets, the azure sky
and oceans fathomless; the crawling rivers,
deep dales and mountains tall;
the colours bright and pale,
the scents and flavours sweet and sour...
all these lovely charms of all shapes and forms
and grace of every phenomenon;
seen, sensed and savored....
O man, O man,
ever imagined you,
from where originated they....
that power pool of eternal blaze
that source and sorbent in one? !

Oh try thee know that Holy trine, that Mother divine!
Not just the woman, a mortal effigy
oppressed under the hombre hoofs is She!
Know her O man as the sacred Pneuma,
the Generatrix Providence!

Take my word, all my fellow men,
whatever be her worldly nomen
sister, daughter, wife or mistress...
She is always the Holy Mother
in whose heavenly ardour
you're destined to dissolve
in life and after, as well!