Transfigured

 They were called up to the mountain top

to sit with him in prayer,

in the coolness of the evening

brought by quiet breezes there.

Birds prepared for darkness

as they prayed with him in song,

but to weary eyes and burdened minds

the call for sleep was strong.

They nearly missed the holy

that was heavy in that place.

Slumbering as he prayed alone

and God's glory filled his face.

Unless we stir to wakefulness

and wait with him in prayer,

unless our souls long to know

we will miss the holy here.

"Be still and know that I am God.

Be still and watch and see.

Be still and touch what is divine.

Be still and pray with me."