A poem about the Transfiguration.

 THE FLEECED

(By: Karla Wagener, Sunday, February 25, 2024
3:17 PM)

Why, oh why can't
They hear the snow
As it drops?

Why can't they see
Transfiguring splendor?

And dearest of all
Feel Godly presence?

They do not take the time,
Or make the effort,
To listen, look or feel

To be guided well.