Transfiguration Sunday

I offered this poem a couple of years ago, but it came to mind again today as I was preparing for tomorrow’s services. So I offer it again, both to those who visited last time round, and to those who may be new.

Mountain-tops are significant places.

Mountain-tops are where arks come to rest

after floods, to renew the face of the earth.

Mountain-tops are where laws are given

and covenants made

and remade when broken by sin on the valley floor.


Mountain-tops are where false prophets and priests

are confronted and challenged and shown to be so.

Mountain-tops are where God passes by in the thunderstorms and lightening

and speaks afterwards in a still, small voice.

Mountain-tops are where temples are built and tribes go up

to worship and make offerings to their Maker.


Mountain-tops are where temptations come

after forty days of fasting – where kingdoms are offered,

if only … NO!

Mountain-tops are where temptations may be overcome.

Mountain-tops are where Messiahs are transfigured,

where the curtain is lifted if just for a moment

and reality becomes real

and Saviours converse with law-givers and prophets

and the sudden urge to build shelters comes on

mortal men and God tells them to listen.


Mountains-tops are where Saviours are crucified

held up to scorn and brutally murdered, where powers that be

think that their problems are solved – little do they know.

Mountain-tops are where risen Lords

commission others to continue their work

and reproduce throughout the world

with the promise of their presence.


Mountain-tops are where Lords and Saviours

ascend to their Father and where angels

promise that they will come again.


Listen, but

don’t stand staring on mountain-tops.

Mountain-tops are significant places.

SJN  –  15/10/11