G is for God, as though the unnameable could be named. Whole libraries could be constructed to get a go, a guess, at an answer. Letters stand in for what is really meant. Deep into the night and in the morning reverent Yes and dogmatic No go round and round, hang out their findings on a crossbar. The God seminar, same, never ends – except in God. Whereas H is for Hymn. This singing of somewhere someone something understood has left aside all arduous argument, rises up above stonework particulars February, certain of its chosen voice, amazed at its given lines.