August 6 – Feast of the Transfiguration
Six days ago he said he would be crucified.We said “Impossible.” Our sense of decencyinsisted. It was unthinkable.Now it is August 6th, an ordinary day.8:15 a.m. Children are walking to schoolalong the Ota River, past the Genbaku Dome.The sound of a plane, high up, hardly noticed.Then a burst of light. Brilliant light.The mountaintop of our science.He seems to be talking with the long dead.He has already drowned and come up,passed through the light into the light.No darkness now can overcome him.Infinitely present, burnt offering, the least of these.His shadow is scorched into the wall behind…
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