This is the wilderness of fasting, prayer—
a rugged landscape, marked by rocks and caves—
and of the crying voice which will declare
the coming of One mightier, who saves.
Emaciated, clad in cloak and hide
(the beast’s head visible), pale face, raw hand,
the prophet waits at sunset, to abide
until the time is full across the land.
He holds a bannered staff, to represent
the Resurrection; in his arms, the Lamb
of God is cradled, shoulder bleeding, spent—
the Son begotten of the great I AM.
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