A Poem a Sunday

Transfiguration of Our Lord

February 11, 2018

Artwork by Armando Alemdar

St. Mark 9:2-10 - NRSV

The Transfiguration

2 Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, 3 and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no one[a]on earth could bleach them. 4 And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus. 5 Then Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings,[b] one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” 6 He did not know what to say, for they were terrified. 7 Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved;[c] listen to him!” 8 Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them anymore, but only Jesus.

The Coming of Elijah

9 As they were coming down the mountain, he ordered them to tell no one about what they had seen, until after the Son of Man had risen from the dead. 10 So they kept the matter to themselves, questioning what this rising from the dead could mean.

Footnotes:

1. Mark 9:3 Gk no fuller
2. Mark 9:5 Or tents
3. Mark 9:7 Or my beloved Son

A Poem a Sunday

Transfiguration of our Lord – B

Out of the Cloud

For 40 years Moses

passed by the burning bush

not seeing ‘til one fateful day.

Elisha did not see

the fiery chariot

until Elijah

went his way.

And how often

did Peter,

and James,

and John

behold the miracles

of the Christ?

But it took two visions

on Tabor and Golgotha

to change

their entire lives.

And what of us

as daily sunlight surrounds

--yet, we do not see

that life is truly profound?

And like Emily

in Our Town

it takes death

to turn us around.

Our eyes are blind

until we are free

from all the clutter

and then we attend

to the true miracle

and what really matters.

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