As one possessed
----he stood there
in rags
----the mere shadow of what a man should be
Animated
----with no thought
--------as to what the world would say
--------about
--------this gaunt human form
Thundering
----the Message of Life
------------to come
----to a world in death
with all the water
------------swirling
--------about his feet
------------and the rocks
------------of this created
------------universe
Proclaiming the call
----not to himself
But to one
----vague
--------someone
----who was to come
------------someday
until
----Breaking through the reeds
----that separate
the Calm
----of the land living its own
from the Mayhem
--------of the future glimpse
--------at this rivers edge
Came
----no one of note
to heed the call
--------to come
------------to
----------------the water
--------and live
And As The Water Broke
------------With New Life
The Heavens Opened
With a Voice
--------from beyond time
“This Is My Son”
----Rippled Through The Existence of All That Was
----------------and Is
as
----the cooing harmonies of a dove
----------------descend
--------------------upon the shoulder
----of the Christ to be
“Whom I Love”
as the Heavens came crashing
-----------------back together
----on a world
----unruffled
that would never be the same