you give us an infinity of epiphanies.
Peter, James and John knew Jesus:
the lines on his face,
the timbre of his voice
the length of his stride,
the color of his hair.
Did the mountain change Jesus?
Or did it change them?
An infinity of epiphanies you give us.
Jesus lit up the town by spitting in the mud
and giving a born-blind man sight.
Who could deny he was more than ordinary?
The sin was in not seeing him.
The sin lies in not seeing you.
It seems so simple.
Why do we need an infinity of epiphanies?
Why can’t we see?
We are caught up in traditions,
ready to hold still, to shelter in place,
afraid to tell the world the Good News.
Send us back down the mountain to serve you.
We are blinded by the rules we have made,
by the way we’ve always done things,
by resistance to new life.
Wash the mud from our eyes and let us see.
Light of the world,
open our eyes
to the infinite epiphanies to come.