Believe in Miracles

by Jack Holder

Mark 9:2-9

Bathe in the light of the golden dawn.

Drink in the waters of Eden pure

Delight in gazing upon yet another

Glorious miracle, that is the son.

At least, that is what I have been taught.

The Transfiguration, the whiteclad Christ

Who revealed his will, his righteous stock

With Elijah and Moses upon that mountain rock.

And yet, still, I wonder.

‘Twas two millennia hence.

My grandfather’s, grandmother’s, great great

Thirty times great forgot the truth. Yet still, we believe.

What was the need for this miraculous sight?

That Jesus saw fit to so bluntly tell

The truth that even Simon, even I

Could see divinity’s proof.

Was it to show the world that it was true?

Or perhaps to give comfort, to the discipled few?

Was the enlightened sight for us, or for you?

Perhaps, because, Christ truly knew

That without the miraculous

Belief wouldn’t come through.

Or maybe I spend too much time in books.

And instead, should ask, what faith it took.

To be able to see such a glorious scene.

Faith realized, how it must have been.

I wish I was there, truly, even now.

To have Moses, asked Jesus how

To deal with today, and tomorrow, too.

Perhaps he knows this.

Perhaps I do, too.

Shining Bloom

by Jack Holder

Genesis 9:8-17

Oh! What a light there is blooming

From a flower still soft and budded.

The multifaceted shine of petal

Brings tears upon mine face.

Even better still, is how such life

Is brought forth from such grime and muck

See where it stands, in the garbage heap

Surrounded by worms, maggots,

And the refuse of beasts.

There is naught like this budding star

And I weep to know its face

For what will a most-normal life

Be like after having seen this peak?

I wish I could capture this light, this shine in glass

And preserve forever the brilliance

Brought forth, so all may see

Far away from filth, from slimes

So odious it makes one retch.

Why does beauty have to be surrounded by trash?

Why does pain precede paradise?

I’ll dig up this flower.

Tear it up by the root.

Save it from the worms and fertilizer

For light blooms brightest in sterility.

Right?