Poem based on Matthew 17:1-9 The Transfiguration

All that talk about crosses

It’s kinda creepy

It just feels good to get out

(led them up)

Go for a little hike

Where I don’t know

But good

And we all strive to stay on top

(three shelters)

Up

Out of the way

Longing for the easy way

Out of the dust

(this is my son)

Dirt

(whom I love)

Streets

(listen to him)

If only we could stay here

Have the people come to us

Visit the place it all came together

(he led them)

A holy place

(down the mountain)

A sign of the kingdom