Up and up
They work to climb.
Muscles burning in their calves
Breathing a little harder
Sometimes tripping when
They don’t lift their feet high enough.
Jesus just keeps going up and up,
And they don’t quite understand
And his steady sense of direction,
But they are getting used to following
With an open mind
And with hope.
Their eyes are on where they came from,
Their eyes are on each other,
Their eyes are on the ground,
Their eyes are on the sky,
And then their eyes are on Jesus.
They have never seen his whole self before.
(So this is who he is!)
The joy of it.
All of those years.
All of those laws.
All of those prophecies.
Jesus pulls it all together and holds it firmly and lovingly
And it is
Does such glory not demand a response?
Peter gives it.
“Jesus! Let us honour you! We will build-”
A bright cloud.
When you need to respond to the glory, you make it about yourself.
This is not about you.
This is purely about the glory.
Stand still, for once,
And just be covered.
Just take it in.
It’s not about you.
This is terrifying.
To allow yourself to be so small.
To recognize that you have nothing to add.
To only think about the glory.
They fall and cover their faces.
What else is there to do?
Jesus touches them,
And they go down the mountain together.
When they look at Jesus they still see
They will never unsee it.
Their eyes are open now.
Sometimes, they see that glory
In the dark places,
In other people,
And even in themselves.
The way Jesus shone.
But small bursts of glory.
Glimmers of who they truly are
And the Spirit they have within.
Jesus just keeps going up and up and up.
We are following with a trusting mind and with a hoping heart.
Up and up,
We work to climb,
Glimmers of glory guiding.
Where have you seen glimmers of glory?