Transfiguration

Molecules erased

Unraveled, unmade

Fiercely burned away

Not by heat, but by light.

Effortless in strength, unchained, flowing clear

Striking the three with great awe and deep fear

His shoulders adorned with the flash of the storm

His face made the sun to look dim and forlorn

Dazzling the eyes, a blinding bright sight

Even still, so subdued and contrite

He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”

Peter answered and said, “The Christ of God.”