Three

The greatest wonders come in three,

A quiet code in you and me.

A song that hums through all we know,

The rise, the stay, the letting go.

Birth, life, death—the circle’s spin,

The journey out, the journey in.

We bloom, we shine, we fade away,

Yet something stays beyond the day.

Past, present, future—time’s sweet thread,

The words we’ve spoken, things unsaid.

The past still whispers, soft and low,

The future waits where dreams will go.

Mind, body, soul—the heart of man,

The holy three in one great plan.

Each part alone could never be,

But joined, they form the trinity.

For every three, a truth is found,

A circle whole, a perfect sound.

Not one, not two, but three that bind—

The light, the love, the heart, the mind.