(or is it 20th or 19th Century Science)(or even 18th Century Science
                                                      for Poor Old Trinity Sunday

The story is everywhere. It’s in the stain glass windows of the Good Shepard
and the Holy Spirit not coeval yet matched in colors and sympatico in spirit.
Indeed, the story is ubiquitous. It converges with the arc of the planets which are still visible.
If only they would turn off the lights in the garden we would finally look up
and discover the true beauty of it all. The story has been around a long, time.

Why won’t that story just stay told.? That story keeps popping out and up everywhere all the time.
That story seems to be able to do just about anything. That story jumps out everywhere.
Trinity on Trinity Sunday mutters the story to herself. She turns into a guided meditation.

I always think people read me the way I read them. We’re all different.
So much more different than we ever thought. So much farther than we ever thought.
Trinity is a zen koan. Trinity is Quaternity and the fourth person is the Holy Mother
and the Holy Mother has now ascended and is seated at the throne of the Father
and the Son Sophia and the Holy Ghostess have gone from the pyramidal mountain
to the great extension of the circle — Labyrinth, Labyrinth, Labyrinth — at once spiral
and concentric circle, God in 3 persons sufficient in relation
                                                                to effervess love in all creation
whir, whir, whir always away it goes
poets have been speaking the myth of creation since way before the Big Bang.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Today, he celebrates his second year as a columnist for Oddball Magazine.