Our Hearts, Nested Balls
Our hearts—stretched concentric spheres of gold—twinned
In parallel, spoil steel Jehovah’s law
That nothing should be flawlessly akinned
Except the Trinity, that Love called awe.
Whereas the taut-lipped godhead’s strength looms straight,
Unbending from an unseen void unto
Strict everlastingness, our cores dilate
With taut determination to outdo
Plain curveless perpetuity with veins
That—as if on a glassblower’s tube—expand
Beyond what mere eternity contains,
Beyond, past what changelessness can command.
My chest encloses yours and yours holds mine.
Hearts’ arteries beat the stainless divine.