Hidden in Plain Sight
Now about eight
days after these sayings Jesus took with him Peter and John and James, and went
up on the mountain to pray. And while he was
praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became dazzling
white. Suddenly they
saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. They appeared in
glory and were speaking of his departure, which he was about to accomplish at
Jerusalem. Now Peter and
his companions were weighed down with sleep; but since they had stayed awake,
they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. Just as they were leaving him,
Peter said to Jesus, "Master, it is good for us to be here; let us make
three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah" — not
knowing what he said. While he was saying
this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were terrified as they
entered the cloud. Then from the
cloud came a voice that said, "This is my Son, my Chosen listen to
him!" When the voice
had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told
no one any of the things they had seen.
On the next day, when they had
come down from the mountain, a great crowd met him. Just then a man from the crowd
shouted, "Teacher, I beg you to look at my son; he is my only child. Suddenly a spirit seizes him, and
all at once he shrieks. It convulses him until he foams at the mouth; it mauls
him and will scarcely leave him. I begged your
disciples to cast it out, but they could not." Jesus answered, "You
faithless and perverse generation, how much longer must I be with you and bear
with you? Bring your son here." While he was
coming, the demon dashed him to the ground in convulsions. But Jesus rebuked
the unclean spirit, healed the boy, and gave him back to his father. And all were astounded at the
greatness of God.
- Luke 9:28-32
You the
Easter egg
gingerly hidden in plain sight as playful revelation
once glowing on crisp
air mountaintop
now seen in dank
gory warfare trenches
bloody hands laboring for immigrant dinners
stupefied whiskey
winners standing on desperate penthouse ledges
yearning to
be revealed in every moment’s existential dread
will anyone look behind the wispy curtain in every room and field
and see your lighted bittersweet
face,
sentinel as a
distant lighthouse
to the unbounded love
in each bounded, woeful, brilliant life
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