Transfiguration Poem by Steven Federle

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.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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