The source, the well-spring a life's trek away —
The fast running, sparkling, green brown streams —
The upraised smiling head bathing in fresh showers.
The last great prophet sees the first and last.
The voice of the ages names him son —
The dove descends, then flies its untracked course.
A private life; a public life and death
Years on from shepherds' songs and Magi's gaze.
World-shattering, world-healing ministry.
10.1.11
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