Transfigured
Up a mountain apart Jesus then led
his closest friends. To the summit they sped.
Bathed in radiant light
he became dazzling white.
“It is good to be here”, Peter then said,
though with James and John he was filled with fear.
A cloud overhung, no meaning was clear
for them to make sense
of this moment intense.
“Listen to my Son; it's Him you'll revere.”
Mark 9.2-8
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