(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in my transfiguration through Holy Spirit)
You find you are at transfiguration.
You’re inclined, never you mind, to “change.”
You’ve crawled and clawed your configuration;
twin comes in and goes out. You? Out of range.
I’m blurred in blue, string of yellow pearls; noose.
I’m robed in white. I’m sight and sound. I’m here,
been there, did that, loved this, played fast and loose.
I was ALL until I were NONE; bum steer.
“Jesus transfigured, sun face, clothes white light.”
Matthew 17:Two – “My son, well pleased.”
We transfigure when we accept our blight;
that we wither away without Love seized.
So, our transfiguration is God’s Sun.
God’s Sun is God’s Son; God’s Love is God’s Won.
