Transfiguring: Poems
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Nathaniel A. Schmidt
Nathaniel A. Schmidt's poetry can be found in various journals including Windhover, Perspectives, The Anglican Theological Review, and The Penwood Review. Holding a Bachelor's degree in English from Calvin College, and a Master's degree, also in English, from the University of Illinois Springfield, he has taught for Spring Arbor University, Jackson College, and Grace College. Originally from the Chicago-land area, he currently resides in southwest Michigan, where he continues to find joy in the Word.
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Transfiguring - Nathaniel A. Schmidt
Transfiguring
What if, when my steps darken a sanctuary
to become separated from the world,
a holy inferno enveloped my body
to burn away with its vortex of tongues
my clothes: consuming my overcoat first
before lapping my shirt and undershirt off
and turning to ash my trousers, boxers, and socks?
What if I was made naked like Adam,
each feature of my form fully displayed
before this fiery cyclone scalded my flesh
and blistered my skin into an unblemished state –
throbbing like embers plucked from a furnace
and rendered tender like a newborn’s rump?
Would I then not resemble the burning bush,
a living organism alight in the wilds
undevoured by this radiant power?
Yes, the very nature of my life would be changed.
No place could exist for my sandal’s dust,
the earth’s infections, or my heart’s vain filth,
for this Flame would baptize, refine, and cauterize
so I might stand in its purest presence
to hear the whispers from its thermal wind
I am who I am – as it embraces
before blowing me back into our world.
I
The curtain was torn from top to bottom
A pharisee of the academy,
I strut through the Art Institute
in the required vestments of my sect,
a corduroy jacket, Scottish scarf, hip glasses,
while smuggled inside my breast coat pocket
rests a contraband pen and a notebook,
covered in grey linen like an old corpse,
so I can practice my faith’s discipline:
studying what my fellow man has wrought
to glean insight on my way to the grave.
I pretend to meander, already knowing
the course I have pre-determined to take,
until I encounter Georgia O’Keefe’s
Sky above the Clouds IV.
Curated at the top of a central staircase,
the icon at the heart of this tabernacle,
I behold a distilled view from the air
that sees our world so distant, a blue wash,
far below the multitudes of white lozenges
that resemble icebergs floating in rows
more so than clouds, while on a higher plane
ethereal blushed horizons, alone, extend.
I’ve cultivated this view of Heaven
for years within my life, persistently
applying what I’ve learned as if an engineer
to construct a metaphysical craft
to fly me into some abstract serene,
a right knowledge of the laws of nature
promising my escape from gravity, guilt, shame,
but now something makes me question my quest,
confusing the trajectory I chose.
Was I called to ascend Babel’s tower?
Was my life’s purpose simply to get out?
I wonder as I sense an Alien presence
descending into this stairwell, altering thought.
People surround me, as foreign to me
as I am to them, but when pupils are opened
I see how their bodies are like my