Truth and goodness
have dominated
theological discussions
in modern times.
Beauty is only
one dimension of
transcendental reality.
Beauty is the last
thing which the
thinking intellect
dares to approach,
since it dances
as uncontained
splendor around
the double constellation
of the true and the good
and their inseparable
relation to one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem