THE 6TH OF AUGUST

we
have talked around you and over you and through you
but i
have not yet entered into you
lord, i am afraid
lord i am afraid every day
the little fear, and the big fear and the teeny
tiny fear
and i am aware of all these tiny tribulations
and that i long for transformation
i
do not like heights
i am not a climber or much of a walker
in this life
the things that matter
that have been about you
could never be written in books
or sung in the hooks of church hymns
or the hooks we try to put you in
you
are a whale
a behemoth a great jehovah
i am beholden to you for even the littlest bit
of sturdy you put into my jelly legs as
leaning on peter and hanging on saint john
i enter into this transfiguration




transfiguration is holy work, no wonder i can't describe it
tranfiguration is awful work
no wonder saint john hides it
while sprinkling it through all his holy books
i
at a story i cannot explain, sit dull eyed and slack mouthed
with the limits of my brain
moses and elijah again and again
coming up and down the son of man
like a ladder, the pitter patter
of baby angel feet
and we are all baby angels
and all our feet are walking across heaven
if for one second, one space we see then
that truth
that is part of transformation
and if we can unclench these hands and
ungnash these teeth long enough to give
up the world
and gain our souls then in my summation
we have begun to enter transfiguration