Epiphany Poem by Daniel Brick

arrive, listen to Jesus and become disciples.
I no longer lived in ordinary time, all places
were made holy by His presence. Was this the life
I expected? Once from a hillside, I watched
Jesus, far below, address a crowd of five hundred.
Suddenly I was in a trance and what I saw was
the purest landscape ever. It was simply earth
newly created, it was Peace on Earth, it was -
the Kingdom of Heaven. A brilliant white light
was shining everywhere. At its center, a bright
yellow light blazed. . .Suddenly, it became
the figure of Jesus, whose right hand was raised.
And Jesus blessed me. . . A moment later,
I was in the midst of the crowd at the base of the hill.
And the voice of Jesus was sweet in my hearing.