Things which never were but always are  Quintilian

Quintilian's paradox keeps bobbing up,

In unexpected places, like today

At Tony's daughter's wedding where the way

The name of God and Love were conjured up

As if there were not a hint of doubt

About the meaning of the terms, and more,

The potential understanding of their core

Which moves us but can never be pinned down,

Love has been with me for so long

It's difficult to credit it's unreal

And surely it's much more than what I feel

Or everything I value.  Can I be wrong?

           The paradox which runs around my brain

           Is, if Love unseen is real, is God the same?

Brian Hick November 2008

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