Poem June 25, 1966 Issue

ON THE MOUNT

Florence Roe Wiggins

The loved disciples stood on mountain height,
Watching with awe his face shine as the sun,
His raiment turning white, white as the light
Transfiguring him—the God-anointed one.
The Christ, once more illumined, stands today,
Revealed on Truth's celestial mountain peak.
The wise disciples climb the narrow way
To view the summit's heaven-crowned sight and seek
The healing touch of love-filled ministry.
They build three tabernacles in their hearts,
To truth, to law, to sight prophetically
Endowed by holy thought. All fear departs
As Love speaks from the mountain's cloud-bound rim,
"This is my beloved Son ...: hear ... him."

Florence Roe Wiggins

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