Deeper than words is the Word. Deeper than the abstract is the Incarnate. Deeper than prose is poetry. Therefore, if language is to be good, it must be in covenant with the truth. And if the truth is to be good, it must offer us the choice to give ourselves freely to it. In a word, it must be beautiful. And if the proud arm of Unbelief removes the trees called the True and the Good from the Garden, chopping them to stumps, then the tree called Beauty, pushing up from the homely root of self-giving love, will stretch out her bows and do the work of all three.