Transfiguration

At the peak of a mountain
by the sea, the sharp wind
prevents my fall.

An afternoon sun on the west
warms my skin and the rocks that
occupy the limestone face.

A storm cloud is too far to
dampen my mood, while the feathered
skies continue at their best
to signal my liftoff.

The golden seas are a reminder
of the kingdom that awaits.
It is the Age and no more
shall I be prevented.

Lifted by His breath
I go beyond the blue
into the golden kingdom.