A wound, a gap with dimensions by which all separation is measured:
Man and God, Mother and Child, the heart and feet of an exiled man.
But how may this wound be healed?
How may this gap be bridged
But on the broad back of the uttered word?
That fine flutter-feathered bird of song
That crosses, like a dove,
The shifting seas
Uniting lands.
Then the Two become One
and so make Three:
The Blessed Holy Trinity
