This was a major church issue in the 3rd century, and today, at best, is of passing historical interest. There is that elusive boundary between rational inquiry and letting go in trust.
Of One Being?
My mind can barely grasp the trinity—
How is the Holy One, arm in arm, three?
This truly dims me with perplexity.
Beyond Hubble’s lens is this mystery;
Beyond what this aging eye probes to see.
(The sound eye can view You—in purity.)
Let my prying mind cease its scrutiny.
The way light shafts, through that midwinter tree:
With pure heart, I see, in simplicity.