Analysis of An Echo Divine

I do and don’t believe in God,
at exactly the same time

A paradox like the Trinity,
an unwritten verse that rhymes

I feel him inside me with every step,
while knowing he’s not there

I carry his joy within my heart,
though reason not to share

A metaphysical oxymoron,
incomprehensibly proclaimed

And while science tears him limb from limb
 —I still call out his name

(Villanova Chapel: February, 2020)