Transfiguration

Of course,

in retrospect,

the need for it

is obvious.

Back then,

in my great haste,

I simply ran

and didn’t think.

You’re right.

It was foolish.

And here I stand,

with failing light.

And yet,

odd though it sounds,

I don’t regret

my circumstance.

Because

though I lack sense

at least I know

I don’t lack love.

That’s why

when others rush

with noisy haste,

I will wait, quiet.

Until

the Bridegroom comes,

sees my lamp, smiles

indulgently,

and gives me oil.