Transfiguration
Holy One,
We have come
carrying our days, like torches
or tea lights,
touching darkness.
Who knows
by the thing that is lifted,
the question
the song,
the touch,
the story of light strange and holy as sunrise ~
Who knows
what belovedness
will become transparent
to us,
in us.
We have come carrying our days.
We pray
to be seeing ~
Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish
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So glad it ‘hit the spot’
YES and thank you.
and you Shirley
I have been caught the last while by this sense of carrying my days, into worship, into prayer . . . days held with reverence, revealing the unexpected.
Just rereading the poem on Transfiguration and as always with rereading it carries more truth. S.
exactly what I needed – and how I am feeling – thank you!