Matthew 17:1-5 TRANSFIGURATION – Poem
© by Ross Cochrane
I need this startled interruption from morning’s stupor,
Shining, splendid, stark, splashed colours of the dawn, now
Drawing me and calling my wandering heart to prayer,
Yet somehow
While there,
I hear the voices of my past call me to come
And to re-live the darkness of their exploits, plum
Their depths once again,
And not tread heights that Jesus would allow my heart to climb.
Am I to disavow my destiny for such a stain?
Claim half-answers that come
From trying to enshrine more noble moments of my life?
A voice calls with bell-like clarity riding on the cloud
And I, prostrate, listen to it cut the air, two edged knife
At once I let my hardened heart be ploughed
bow the shredded sorrows of my strife
And in His radiant presence find new life.
Words of Life 