A meditation poem for
the second Sunday of Lent
Transfiguration Happens
Transfiguration happens
in each moment.
When a sunbeam cuts
through the forest canopy
and illumines a glade with
sudden glory,
transfiguration
happens.
When a flower unfurls
and startles
with stunning
colour,
transfiguration
happens.
When stillness settles
in the soul,
long enough for us
to notice light leaking
lovingly
into the world through
leaves, and
life quietly working
miracles of
resurrection from
the mulch
of seeming
death,
transfiguration
happens.
And even
when we, worried,
busied and bothered,
do not
notice our daily
divine draw
up the
mountain,
from glory
to
glory;
transfiguration
happens
still.
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