THE LIGHT THAT NEVER CHANGES
"I entered into the secret closet of my soul, led by YOU; and this I could do because You were my helper. I entered, and behold with the mysterious eye of my soul the Light that never changes, above the eye of my soul, above my intelligence. It was not the common light which all flesh can see, nor was it greater yet of the same kind, as if the light of day were to grow brighter and brighter and flood all space. It was not like this, but different: altogether different from all such things. Nor was it above my intelligence in the same way as oil is above water, or heaven above earth; but it was higher because it made me, and I was lower because made by it. He who knows the truth knows that Light: and who knows it, knows eternity. Love knows it."
I see the story of the Transfiguration as an invitation for radical change … a “sudden blaze” calling us deeper into lent and beyond … calling us to remember who we are … to break free of our fears … to let Light burn in us and through us. Here are a few poetic lines for your contemplation:
They came upon You
And really saw you for once!
Your full radiance unmasked
Like a late afternoon sun
Glaring through a windshield.
Your light dazzled and confounded them
The apostles fell to the ground
You filled the deep craters of their hearts
Saturating their emptiness
There on that mountain
In the full face of Love
The world seemed only a dream
And they promised You
All that they were and
All that they would ever be.
Poem | Transfiguration by Zellie M. Quinn
Painting | Transfiguration by Lewis Bowman