I, John, rocked by the Spirit of God before I ever saw the light of day-- womb-water, heartbeat, whispering, then, blast. God's Spirit. God in His body. His mother. I, rocked, rearranged. We were boys together. Visiting. He treated me as the leader. The guide. The older cousin. Even then, not remembering why, I couldn't get over the unsettling I felt of it. Ah. But how I loved Him. Locusts and honey and camel hair didn't make me weird. The visions made me weird. The seeing. T
