The Truth of Transfiguration

If only we could wrap glory up
keep it coddled in a crate
so that its shine and its shimmering
its light and its glimmering
will remain intact
perfect and clean
pure and pristine
lasting forever, an eternal cadaver.
But it calls us down the mountain
down into the trenches
making home on the plain
exposed to elements
the sun and the rain.
Glory is meant to be digested
dug up and dirtied
exposed to disease
and confronted with all our needs.
It’s meant to enter the depths of our desires
our anguish, our muck and our mire
to enter the soul’s darkest night
the only way we will ever see glory’s light.