TRANSFIGURATION – A MOMENT IN IONA ABBEY

Candles flicker.
Silence grows.
We wait
for God to move.
The oboe
sets its haunting melody free,
wandering,
seeking,
aching
in our souls.
Its beauty
caresses,
embraces,
holds me
in that holy,
healing moment.

Let us build them booths,
these musicians,
magicians,
muses of the Holy Spirit.
I insist!
Let us keep them
here
with us
and hold this moment,
this beauty,
to replay it
again,
again,
again.

Forever
and ever!

Then I know.
I smile
at my presumption.
The presumption of disciples
caught up in mountaintop wonder,
shrouded in beauty.
Let us build them booths, Jesus,
so that they will never leave us.

Transfiguration.
We have what has been given –
wandering,
seeking,
aching
beauty
that holds us;
heals us;
embraces us with hope.

We cannot coax
such holy wonder to remain.
We can only live,
changed by its gift,
changed by its moment.
We can live
trusting that a gift has been given.
The gift will come again.

Nancy Cocks

From ‘Invisible We See You: Tracing Celtic Threads through Christian Community’, Wild Goose Publications

Invisible We See You

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