There are verses we contemplate in awe.
When our Lord stood at mountain peak:
Prophet Elijah, Moses and the Law—
Both came to Him, began to speak.
Our Lord’s face appeared to shine like the sun;
His tunic changed as white as light.
Time seemed to stop, and before they were done
Peter, shaking with dreadful fright
Offered to build three grass-and-branch booths
When quickly a luminous cloud
Covered the three and spoke a weighty truth:
Listen to Him! a voice boomed loud.
“This, My Beloved Son. Listen to Him.”
I shut my laptop. Gaze outside—
Some cardinal perches on a barren limb,
His red crest tufted and crowned with pride.
The clouds are shades of gray, this winter’s day—
Soon fog will blot tonight’s moonrise.
I see the Lord’s face in shining array,
And I lean back to close my eyes.