TRANSFIGURED
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gaiety
innovated
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&steady
politeness
populated
by
intelligence
in abstract
designed
in
painted light
transparent
imaginations
blended
delicately
exquisitely
tenderly
arranged
in
highly
wrought
sensibility
Categories:
transfigured, poetry,
Form: Verse
Upon a mountain high
The sun shone in the sky,
His face reflected in the light
Clothing appearing as white-
Transfigured in their sight.
Full story @ Mt 17:1-13
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Categories:
transfigured, christian, history,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
transfigured, bible, christian, gospel, jesus,
Form: Limerick
I came as a beggar
mud in my shoes
tooth brush a stranger
salads a bad mixture
suits too un-African
boots my darling
comfort an abuse
reason waste of time
But after a while
I was transfigured
I became beautiful
for me, I and myself
a new creature really
proud, luxurious, witty
no one reasonable
everything forbidden
my wishes supreme
all in my powers I do
all my wishes they do
Let those who say no
go to helliest of hell
and brush their teeth
with mud of my feet
the best tooth paste
the charity from me
from the tender hip
of my loving breasts
Categories:
transfigured, africa, political, satire,
Form: Free verse
Peter, John and James
Went to the Mountain
With Jesus to pray
The face of Christ changed
His clothes became bright
They saw Moses
And Elijah
With Jesus Christ
Speaking with Him
Let us build
Them shelters
A voice came
This is
My Son
Christ
Categories:
transfigured, faithjesus,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Carry my heart in both hands.
Walk slowly.
Sometimes it feels indestructible
but it isn’t.
Carry it all the way.
Don’t hand it off when it gets heavy.
Help me to lighten it.
Why am I afraid?
It has been bruised and broken,
torn apart, crushed.
My heart, so transfigured, still beats.
It’s rhythm a bit slower, unfamiliar,
but still my own.
Be still, my heart, and, in the silence, listen.
Hear the flutter of a thousand valves.
Each beats with scars, a history of trauma.
Why am I afraid?
I trust your hands, your heart.
Just don’t drop me again.
Categories:
transfigured, forgiveness, life, love, me,
Form: Free verse