In His Hand

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.

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