His
words pelted indiscriminately
like
a summer storm;
you couldn’t avoid getting soaked in his
message.
John the crazy water-man
John the crazy water-man
didn’t
polish his words;
he
left the edges pointy-sharp,
called
the crowd a nest of snakes.
Some
slithered away. They had come
to
satisfy their curiosity,
have
a laugh, and boast among their friends.
Others
stayed and listened,
yearning
for a speck of gold.
They
copped the flaming derision
and
reckoned it a fair price
as
the prophet’s wave of abrasive words
crashed
over them,
leaving
them saturated, raw and gasping.
.
Sort yourselves out before somebody
else does.
The promised one is coming,
so get yourselves ready.
The
water-man talked of the advent
of a
man consonant with the cosmos,
one
who would embody the four elements
from
which all creation
has
been lovingly sculpted; and a fifth.
He
will be present in and amongst earth’s dust,
bring
fire to warm despondent hearts,
Spirit-wind
to breathe life and hope,
and
the water that alone can truly quench
the
thirst inside us all.
And
a fifth is eternity.
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