What is my name? Jack Baumgartner, John Beartrist Laceroot, Walking Man, and Flying Fish, or is it Jonah? My name is His.
My family: my children and my wife, beautiful priest and teacher of the law, we live together on 5 acres of glorious dirt in Kansas. We smell like sheep and goats, linseed oil and sawdust, lye and perfume. Our home is filled with laughter, shouting, fighting, playing, wrestling, dancing, crying and singing. We witness God’s glory in our land, in the dirt and manure, in the plants and animals. A fire that goes up and water that flows down. Together we embrace the problems of life and living on the land under heaven. We struggle together. We are His. He is our provision.
Well met, you trees and stones draw near. Many ancient maps have a legend and here is mine.
Cry His Blood!
His Goodness! Cry His Goodness!
Immeasurable, vast and endless!
A hermit, I was once alone in the wilderness,
A lunatic, blown by the madness of the Prairie
A maniac screaming in the city
A trail of smoke, a cloud of ashes
Fleeing the rain of gravel hiding in the caves
The pit called, and my blood was spilled out
The fear: a looming giant dread
Backwards tumbling and helpless
Into a black hole, swallowed everything
Endless nights of torment locked hand in claw
A terrible giant winged scavenger
Rancid breathe, screeching for my soul
Doubting I ran and was swallowed
The enormous one, Askesis named
Kin to Jonah’s ocean mass
Then dungeon dust in a pinhole of sunlight
I was beheaded, laid dead
Scorched, bloated under the sun
Years and ages, Years and Ages
The disc turned inside the golden circle
The silver ring with star songs rang
His beloved son
Never left, forsaken not
Birthed from the sucking mud
Abiding in a burning fire with the Golden Man
The dome, the Iris
Witness flying fish
Witness my Father destroying fear
Walk with bears and lions
A king among men greatly esteemed
A kind and gentle warrior whose trumpet shakes
Mining echoes of Ancient breath
In the dirt of promise
God unseen, unnoticed and rejected
Become the plumb line
Measure distance but never breadth
Proclaim a mystery
What no words can tell
Fierce and terrible Goodness