The Nativity ofJohn the Baptist
JB: proto-hippie way back to the land first-come local foodie first-serving wild-crafted honey and free-range locusts hot stuff in non-sweatshop ethically sourced dromedary apparel he's a Huck Finn friend of rivers he's a John Muir man of mountains as thorough as Thoreau in his wilderness meditations forerunning, forethinking forever pushing change down to simple earth from complex clouds he's taken the pulse of the nation and hears its heart murmur his fire and brimstone don't miss a beat he's big gone viral head of the hit parade marching with blasting brass into the Jordan but now he's winding down getting smaller making room for brighter sun JB: you must've seen him if you haven't take a look before he's gone.
Susanne Prue
Posted at 07:42h, 23 JuneLove it!! Will share with my sisters.
Blessings And Happy Feast of JB.
Peter Bisson
Posted at 09:21h, 23 JuneThank you very much Greg!
Connie Shaw
Posted at 11:52h, 23 JuneI think I saw JB watering the community gardens at Loyola House.
Thanks for the perspective Greg.
Elizabeth Bryant
Posted at 13:01h, 23 JuneCool. One of my very favourite saints. God Bless!
Jim Radde
Posted at 14:42h, 23 JuneAll hail to a free-range poet.