We long to be transfigured, from the soles of our feet on up.
Maybe we feel like this old abandoned house.
We are hoping to be transformed into something useful, like a pottery studio.
We want someone to come close enough to us to realize that there's a pottery wheel on the porch:
We want someone to see our inner glow, even though from the outside, we look like a chunk of concrete"
Ash Wednesday will be here soon enough, all of our flowers curling and brown:
For now, let us linger in the land of light, the glow from those transfigured.
Let us remind ourselves of the message that God sends us over and over again.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago