Come with me, he
says
to Peter, James and
John;
time to climb up
high-
Mountain-top prayers
where earth and
heaven come close;
connecting the two.
Wonder and light.
Ah,
these things take
away one's breath;
eyes and hearts grow
wide.
Moses, Elijah
standing there,
bleached and glowing;
speaking mysteries.
The one they
followed
also shines, shares
the wonder.
Who can this man be?
A cloud, descending,
hides the
light-washed ones from view;
then the voice
thunders.
It speaks approval:
He is my Son, the
chosen;
listen to his words.
The cloud is lifted.
The four remain in
silence,
alone with their
thoughts.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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