"Son of Human" Jewish reformer's own chosen name; Honored each December

One "Son of Man"

So awe hoped the birthing
of G_d's presence, new cauled
in humble manger's smells,

The base and apex of
a starred cave's presents
of all future festivals

Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world's nails,
every human's cursedness;

Farthest reach of hope
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses our history,

Morning us night-less;
he compassions earth
ever peopling progress,

Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing Apollyon
into ever's now Present

Beloved human, Eashoa,
Jesus, child of the masses
point man for us all.



1st pub. in The The Greensilk Journal

In the LIGHT of the Good, the True, the Just,

Daniel Wilcox