Fore!

God lived in stasis, and eternity,

Perfection trebled and at once was One,

One triple love in its supernity.

One Thrice was all before there burned a sun,

Or nebulae, or galaxies of stars

Uncountable, all waiting in That Mind,

All moving and without the Cross’s scars,

Yet Three decided Three would choose to blind

Omniscience.  Three chose to make Ideal

Explode to spread a clutter made of choice.

Three chose a Lucifer and all things real.

Three chose to let a split-tongued throat rejoice.

  The notion is that stasis is so bad,

    Though perfect, that it had to be forebade.

~ Phillip Whidden