Today I think I see God's son within
John the Baptist's arms--He's bathing Himself
in the holy stream, not to cleanse Himself
but to mix with others in life's waters.
He gives so much, and we? crazy, foolish,
we run from Him, again to soil ourselves
in vile muck, then disgraced, shy, stay away
from our reflection in His pure fountain.
And then a sign, God's voice is heard, listen.
A dove descends, "this is my beloved
son," while He carries on the humble task.
May I wake to obey and believe in
lovely sounds, archetypes of eternal
goodness, follow high gentle example.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LIX:219. See also B S1:26:98; Valgrisi 26; also in MS V2 (Caruso f.45v). Reference: Mark 1:4-11. A second in a series meditating Christ. Key