Transfiguration

Once upon a mountaintop I saw,
and having seen could not unsee, forget
the white light of a soft robe rendered
diamond sharp; its bright folds scratched my eyes.
For an instant only, looking up, I saw his face,
caught my breath remembering love,
the face of love shining, blurring,
doubling, tripling, dissembling in a bright cloud.
I stumbled down the mountainside, streaming,
screaming inside for what I had become
since love was lost, which now shone out;
blind to all else, I was bedazzled and bewildered.
Later, he spat on the ground, smeared mud in my eyes;
the shadows crowded back, washed away the clean light.
My sight returning as it left, a blurry mess,
I saw him leave with my heart trailing.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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