Poem for The Transfiguration of our Lord Luke 9:28-36

In the Joy filled intensity of our excitement

we look up and catch a glimpse

-- of something unseen

---- (This)

beyond the realm of all we know

----- and feel

--------- and hear,

beyond the encounter of those special moments in life

when every part of existence

------------------------------ is focused

on the here and now,

and for a brief moment

---------------------------- all is just right,

beyond even the pureness of joy

that comes in the perfection of religious expression

----- amid the rising voices

---------- and the spine tingling timelessness

---- of our worship

---- (is)

into this came an almost moment in time

rising from the mist of exhausted ecstasy

---------- on a high mountain top

---- (My)

 apart

---- from a world seething in hunger and pain

longing

---- to see that to which they have turned

------------- a blind eye.

Here

---- in the almost place and time

comes the light

---- (Son)

that can burn through even the blindness

------------------ of not looking

---------- or looking too hard

with our eyes focused on that unseen moment

that we almost notice.

Here at this time

The Son of God leads us down

------------------------------------ into

--------------------------------------- the world around us

to see

the glory of God

in the poor and lost in the midst of our world,

to see the pureness of unbounded timelessness

in the moment of love expressed

to one who knows not love

to see

---- by not trying to focus on that faint glimmer

--------------------------------------------------- off high

------------------------------------------- in the distant mist

---- (Listen to Him!)
Christ

---- in those around us!