Truth, Goodness, and Beauty

That Man can know God, is absurd, Yet knowledge through time has reverb’d Out of the Primordial Word, Silent, uttering, and unheard, Present as light in air, inferred, Hidden in all that ever stirred.

‘No virtue outside God’s Will’, In whose Centre ‘I’ stand still, My emptiness His to fill, His to harrow, His to till. So why then with God cavil To bargain with the devil?

Beauty, through her signs, reveals What mere outwardness conceals Through shows and sensate appeals, Breaking open all Love’s seals So something within us feels Her presence, the balm that heals.