His face was altered.
And his clothing became dazzling white.
On the mountain tops we feel exalted.
In the valley floors we lose our very sight.

Life goes from mountain to valley .
From rose to thorn.
We lose sight of our up and down tally.
Between  feeling fresh and worn.

But I listened to the common pigeon’s song.
I watched the sun dip below the hill.
Nothing good or bad needs to last long.
Exciting or run of the mill.

Remember Christ transcendent.
Our life one day will be ascendant.

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His face was altered
His clothing became dazzling
Remember all this

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See Luke 9 : 28b – 36