Surprising haiku
Transfiguration,
that’s what we call the event;
filled with wonder, light.
Peter, James and John;
mates of Jesus, went with him
up a high mountain.
Some sort of vision,
collective experience
shared by one and all.
Jesus was glowing,
dazzling white like bleached cloth
shining in the sun.
Moses, Elijah;
law-giver, prophet; join him
in conversation.
Perhaps they talk death;
the two long buried, and one
still facing his own.
His mates are flummoxed,
don’t know what to say. Better
not to have spoken.
A cloud and a voice
bring the scene to its climax:
My Son: Hear his words!
© Ken Rookes 2021
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