One of my recently-found favorite poets, Genevieve Glen, is a favorite because of how she writes about God, life, faith, and so often in terms of what I would call everyday paradoxes.  Here's an example:

O Silence Sonorous with Word

O Silence sonorous with Word,
O Breath unseen, of Love unheard,
O unconsuming Fire, dark Light,
We worship at the edge of night.

O God beyond all speech or thought,
O God in song half-hid, half-caught,
O God for human mind too much,
In crib and cross and bread we touch.

O timeless One in majesty,
O indivisible yet Three,
O Source and Sabbath of our days,
Accept, accept our stammering praise.

~Genevieve Glen, O.S.B. (1998)