No tent for you on Tabor;no tabernacle therewhere pilgrim crowds may savoryour presence on the air.No structures; only shiningtoo bright for mortal eyes,our sense no more confiningthe life that yet will rise.O Christ, what is this vision?The Law and Prophets speakas if they knew your mission,the end of all you seek.What is this brightness’ shadowthat falls upon us here?What is this voice that shattersand racks our hearts with fear?And then—O Lord!—it’s overas soon as it was there.The barest hint of glory,yet more than we could bear.You were revealed before usmore bright than shines the sun:Prepare our hearts to hold thisfor endless years to come.—Kate Bluett, “No Tent for You on Tabor” © 2023 by Kate Bluett. Reprinted by permission.This text can be sung to HERZLICH TUT MICH VERLANGEN (7.6.7.6 D), the tune of “O Sacred Head, Now Wounded” providing a thought provoking musical juxtaposition.
