Bright and luminous the cloud
Overshadowing your head,
Clear the voice that speaks aloud,
Comforting the few words said.
Cherish silence, wait upon
Listening's own interim:
"This is my beloved Son";
Oh, be still and "hear ye him."
Hear him now as Peter heard
On the mount of endless view,
Love repeats the burning word,
Love, itself, well pleased with you.
