This poem thinks forward to how the words spoken over Jesus at the transfiguration apply to us, as we are 'in Christ' God's chosen children. It could work well as a kind of blessing or benediction.

Extract from the poem:

As they were on the mountain a cloud came down.
And a voice declared,
'This is my beloved son. The chosen one. Listen to him.'

If we had eyes to see that mountain cloud, would it be present again?
In our streets and homes
At school, at work, and in the places of unemployment
In the churches and pubs
In the sports stadiums and cinemas.
And would we hear that voice saying,
'These are my children, my beloved sons and daughters. Chosen ones.'...

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