Transfiguration

From this holy height,
I gaze into my Father’s eyes.
His fire scorches,
my pulsing flesh,
and casts my sinful soul
to the sacred pyre
as joy of rapture
captures my life.

Filled with God’s fire
I finally see
I never was
what I appeared to be.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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