by wind and camel’s hair caressed
a loud voice cries in wilderness
to homeless hearts
what did you come out to see?
crowded with expectancy
in restless desert
wonder how honey-dipped locusts taste?
wonder how to survive in this place?
ask shameless questions
watch and wait on wet line in sand
listen to ranting of wild man
young fearless prophet
the word calls hearers to repent
prepare the way by spirit sent
for helpless sinners
stand on brink of riverbank steep
wade out to where the water’s deep
hold breathless moment
messiah is here! raise your eyes
in holy sandals (yet untied)
steps our boundless hope
Linking to Laura Bloombury’s poetics on “less is more” at dVerse poets pub…
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 13, 2019 @ 13:38:24
wonderful!
Dec 13, 2019 @ 19:15:45
Thank you, Maureen
Dec 05, 2019 @ 22:31:28
Nice melodic description of John the Baptist.
Dec 06, 2019 @ 08:44:19
Thanks, glad you think the rhyme and rhythm works here 🙂
Dec 05, 2019 @ 15:00:37
This is a wonderful description of a preacher in the desert … the honey dipped locust is a great juxtaposition just like the richness of words in the drought of a desert.
Dec 05, 2019 @ 19:10:16
The richness of words preached, yes! I appreciate your comment.