Inspired by Mark 9:2-9
Dear God:
Once in awhile, everything is clear.
The clouds part, all is illuminated and
All of history makes sense as it lives in to
this
moment.
Once in awhile, everything is clear.
The positions of faith and certainty flip,
I walk with confidence on mist as the ground it covers becomes
exposed as
illusion.
Once in awhile, everything is clear.
I am not nearly as alone as I was certain I was and
those of other times and other places name
this moment
as sacred.
Once in awhile, everything is clear.
Then, the other sanity returns.
The words "Tell no one" find their place.
The secrets that broke through become secrets, again.
(The secrets that broke through become secrets, again).
My mouth makes the shape of an
Amen.
