"Oh Adam, where art thou?" I whisper, trembling breath and longing sighs Holy limbus, rock of desert Silent, cold, so still and dry Then in the midst, a flash, a strike The almond rod a fire lights A flow of sweet and loving water Angel tones begin to rise And from the ground is formed the child Mingled dirt and sacred stream A paradise without, within him Spirit breath and lunar dream The long awaited angel trumpet wingéd Hermes, come again The baptizer with light and fire All things made for blessed end From holy courts you make your visit Maternal swaddling fleshy clothes A god from God to bless those in The wilderness: a voice, a son
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Nice one, Ben. I love the perspective you brought in with the last stanza.
this is lovely . i love the “blessed ends” from the “baptizer with light and fire.” the antimonies are quite powerful and thinking of your new child in this way makes me heart sing and ache.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, bless your little one, beloved John!