Sunday, February 23, 2020

Poetry for Transfiguration Sunday

In many Protestant churches, the Sunday before Ash Wednesday is Transfiguration Sunday (other Christians celebrate Transfiguration Sunday on August 6).  Here's a great quote for Transfiguration Sunday. 

"The human journey is a continuous act of transfiguration." - John O'Donohue

It comes by way of a tweet by Diana Butler Bass.

If you want more poetry, here's a poem that I wrote years ago.  It was  published in The Healing Muse. It's part of my series of poems where I imagine Jesus moving through our modern lives (going to spin class, playing putt putt or softball, helping with hurricane clean up).


Transfiguration Sunday on the Cancer Ward


He waits with them because who knows
better how disconcerting
it is to discern one’s disjointed bones
dissolving into water. He remembers
how it feels to be forsaken.
He remembers feeling life flow out of him,
only a husk of his former humanity remaining.

Here, he can’t do much.
In a world of free will, cancer cells can multiply,
bright sons of the morning who would rather reign
in hell than serve in heaven.
Here on the cancer ward, he can’t do
much, but he does what he can.

He brings ice chips and water to those annoyed
by their drought desert mouths.
He offers consolation to the woman who complains
that she can see all her bones through her translucent skin.
He offers tales of transfiguration,
and holds out the hope of resurrection.
He reminisces with those who are too far
gone to remain on the earthly plane much longer.
They trade tales of what they’ll miss most:
crisp sheets on a fresh-made bed,
long lingering meals,
birdsong in the morning,
the change in light that signals a new season,
homemade bread,
the soft rains and gentle sunsets,
a perfect bottle of wine.

1 comment:

Okie said...

Our House Not Made With Hands
For we know if our earthly bodies, these flesh bodies where we tabernacle with Father YAHweh and His Resurrected Son, is destroyed, we have a new body like the one YAHwehShua was given from Father YAHweh, and those bodies aren't made with hands, we will dwell in those bodies eternal with Father YAHweh and YAHwehShua. For indeed, in this stage of our lives we groan, earnestly longing to be given our new body which is from Father YAHweh
If indeed, as long as we are found in the flesh we have this flesh garment, so our spirits has a temporary dwelling so it is not being naked.
For indeed, we who are in these bodies do groan, being burdened; oppressed, not because we want to be unclothed ( naked ), but to be given those bodies that dwells in the heavenly realm; in order that this mortal may be swallowed up by life.
Now He Who has prepared us for this very thing is Father YAHweh, Who also has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.
Therefore, having confidence always, and knowing that while we are at home in this body, we are away from our home out of Father YAHweh
For we walk by faith, not by sight.
We are of great courage, and then think it better, rather, to go away from this home out of the body, and be present with Father YAHweh and YAHwehShua.