Transfiguration – a poem by Michael T. Young

There will be days
remade in the image
of losses that overtake me.
There will be sadness
that steals my daylight,
and jams the clocks.
Memories will be born
of someone gone
holding hostage
my sleep and dreams.
But there will follow
a quiet rising from
that pain and exhaustion,
a clarity in which
these sorrows
find their words,
and turning back to God
and friends, 
I will hold them out,
saying, “Here,
this is the song
I have made of them.”

Michael T. Young’s third full-length collection is The Infinite Doctrine of Water. He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in numerous journals including BreakwaterFRiGGThe Inflectionist Review, and Talking River Review.


    1. miketyoung says:

      Thank you, Gershon.


  1. Jenna Wysong Filbrun says:

    The honesty, clarity, and beauty in this poem are just what I need today. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. miketyoung says:

      So glad it blessed you, Jenna.


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