John at the Jordan

anointest His head

the Lamb led, preparedst

beside

the still waters

to be buried

in the baptistry, neath

the flood of

His re-

mission of sin, risen

in the runneth over font

sanctified

as if Noah’s dove on the wing

returneth

manna in its beak

straightway; united

in the Triumvirate of

:  Man, Dove, Voice

in Whom

there’s a serene Presence

pleased, beloved, hallowed

My Son

surely the shadow of death

shall follow all

the days of the Life

suffer it to be so, but know

no evil:  wilt dwell.

blood is sweet, especially

when it hath been turned

out of water

as at Nathanael’s nuptial day

though known by Him

since his natal day

when they’d played and

he’d sat at that

first Last Supper

just after the Finding and

He practiced

what He’d later say

again and again

at all the Marriage Suppers to be

:    many signs and wonders

      mighty deeds have

      ye seen

believest thou now

how 6 stone jars, filled up

to the brim, with 3 firkins apiece

of purifying ceremonial

wash-water

came to Be, yet thou

knowest not

 whence it was

for as My Son would further

later parabolize

:      why, . . . dost thou also not

        believe in santa claus; so unlike- 

wise men must thou also double

the Maker

 of His Presence

 in My presents . . . ? 

when the Scroll unrolled

in Nazareth, it is written

how the Word had

fulfilled My passage and so

as His custom was

He stood up

to make The Pro-

claim,

a simple formula to provide

glad tidings to

those whom He loves comes re-

proof (Supreme

   -ly) for His conversion table at

the banquet in Heaven, see

:  the Marriage Supper where

   the Lamb of

   God will be served thus.

there,

in the ill-gotten guise of sinners

the sheep He feeds will

lie beside

the pool in the verdant

emerald-glimmering vestibule

over the world without end.

how else the flock

be shepherded, to enter into

for nigh

the Kingdom

is

at Hand

as a Lamp shineth

in a dark place and

the darkness

knoweth it not

so It preceded My Son

on the paths

to Sinai and Horeb whereon

Moses and Elijah

trod on Holy Ground then

He Himself Trans-

figured, there

with the newish threesome

Whose theophanic Face they saw

the Rising Son, glistering

as if from the dead

darkened night

radiating Light

-ning, showering snow

brilliant enough

to melt a sinner’s heart

thus casteth out

their darkness there;

clothed in white Light only

and not yet a set-

ting Son

the truest Word ever

lettered in 4 hath there been written

:  the New Commandment

not on stone

but on His heartflesh

Whose Resurrection foreshone

the ethereal Elijaic &

Mosaic life-after-death raiment bright-

white (as His Mother’s

   soilless linen in an unclean

   world) there

for not on the Mount is

He to be so much Transfigured

as in the hearts of men

pan y vino

when in

the marketplace, shawl

and neo-mosaic basket on arm

I am so often drawn

to and by

the fruit of

the granary and vineyard putting me

in the mind

of His sweet head

as He lay

beneath His shroud

the day after His best meal ever

at last

prepared by hand, His

the bread, in wafers, desiccated

the wine, in thimblefuls, coagulated

ne’er to be tasted nor

eaten in

the fullness of time again,

until,

the Marriage Supper of the Lamb

when drunk

from His Loving Cup