As we walked towards the milky sun,
He told me They were One.
I studied Them in CCD,
But I never understood the Holy Trinity.
In His hand, he held a blade of grass.
“What do you see?” He asked;
I gazed at the grass for just a while
Before He told me to look outside;
He stretched His hand across the lawn
And again, asked what I saw.
A single blade in His hand,
Several blades across His land.
One, yet more than one.
He was the Spirit, the Father, and the Son.
One, yet Three.
The Holy Trinity.