Transfiguration Talk

cross-selfie

Harvey S. Mozolak

from the shattered mirrors

shards of our selected glories

we fashion him

to see embodied ourselves

as saved in brightness

while he

light limited to flesh flamed

a breath away from death

cut on our brokenness

bleeds

dries waxen drips

as we quench the candle

unrecorded event Mark 9: 9.5

Harvey S. Mozolak

when several of the nine

who did not mountain climb

arrived at the crest

the next morning after their evening rest

they looked about for some scorched earth

some curved signs in the soil

from a small whirlwind

the grooves of a chariot

or marks from the hooves

of the horses of heaven

nothing only the stump of a tree

large imagined to have been tall soaring

survived of storms and the thin breath

of a sky licked by sleet and rain

cut trimmed and dragged away

what does its stumped silence

the hill’s emptiness say?

transfigurational

Harvey S. Mozolak

glory’s vanes flaring

as they fly

from the rachis of light

like a feather fluttering

down from the height

by which I write

quilled in the Word

the last Sunday with petals

Harvey S. Mozolak

taken we are

led apart

where he is transfigured

robed in light beyond seeing

wrapped in the arms of reaching prophet

and the horns of Moses' mountain glory

we look around

turn and twist to touch

our bodies better to see it

but it is gone

yet he is here

as sudden as was the brightness

now only the mountain's high

wet slippery rocks

and the mist that comes in folds

with voices that echo

God-like sounds of Son

love and listen

piquing our attention

to Jesus urging silence

while descending toward the dead

like a light morning the meadows

with small opening flowers its only footsteps

darkness for light

Harvey S. Mozolak

hard to figure out

he goes around

putting muddy dirt on diseased eyes

lifting tiny dead torsos

walking within spitting distance

of foaming maniacs

and hugging a fevered woman

before touching the seeping of leprosy

and now we can hardly see him or touch him

for the glare of glory

his clothes and skin bandage the sun

as wounded light

go figure

in the shade of the tree line below

as we go down we again

are able to see his shadow

and our own

forming darkness from light

AMENdation

Harvey S. Mozolak

the amendation

that transfers

tent pegs

attempting to hold

glory to a hill

toward iron bolts

fastening light

on a tree

eclipsed by darkness