Trinity Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

Behold the man who is less then a man
By virtue of what he craves
Inglorious fare upon his tables when bare
By instinct this animal behaves!

Behold the self apart from itself
By virtue of reasoning ways
His logic hasn't a care for emotion's snare
Always from sentiment he strays

Behold the man who is much more than a man
By virtue of sacred light
He hasn't a care for this world's fare
Ever awaiting heav'nly Sight

Behold the man who is only a man
By virtue of how he is made
Possessing the three is what makes him free
Though truly he's only a shade