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TITLE: Gadarene Getaway | Previous Challenge Entry
By DeAnna Brooks
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Arid
Endless
Mostly traveling under cover of darkness
At last we’ve arrived
Here beside the shore
But it isn’t the soothing lap
Of gentle waves
Their sound receding in the distance
That surrounds this latest stopgap
In our journey
Rock strewn slopes
Wretched
Dank
Housing lifelessness
On the outskirts of Gadarene town
Beckon …
A familiar fit
Though we’ve traveled
Many lands
Our minions never lack
A place to lay our heads
Never yet home
Life’s been lived
One temporary lodging
After another
Stately opulence
Ragged hovels
There’s little difference
Since the beginning of time
Or so it feels on days
Like today
When overcrowding
Lends to riotous cavorting
Each clay domicile
Formed with Love’s care
By Enemy hands
Upon our habitation
Crumples to decay
Holding little resemblance
To its original design
Or purpose
Sparking unrestrained frivolity
Among our cohorts
Then we move on
Seeking new refuge
Determined to outwit
To outrun
The Son
Our current clay dwelling
Has proved the perfect abode
To house the legion of us
Having traveled this last distance
Filling every inch of space
We wait
Our voices reverberating
In madness’ measure
Adding a crazed strength
Assuring all others
Keep their distance
Leaving us to defile
This lodging
To our heart’s content
Ever on the run
We’re suited to this lifestyle
Darkness ridden
Without permanence
So no care need be taken
Of any dwelling we inhabit
As we avoid the Light
We’ve lodged
In this particular clay domicile
So long it almost feels
The home we yearn for
Almost
But lately
Something born
On the breeze
Adds a restiveness
To our already restless nature
So now
Quelled by uncertainty
Fraught with anxiety
We wait
Tired of journeying
Tired of homelessness
Tired of pretending all is
As it once was
As it should be
Tired …
Then we feel it
Quaking rending our souls
As a stirring of power
Emanates from One
We cannot yet see
One we know
One we’ve always known
One we can never outrun
Suddenly
He’s come
And with Him
Blinding Light
Explosively
Infiltrates every corner
Leaving us cowering
Within these clay quarters
Which moments before
Knew only darkness
Our darkness
Casting us out
Another clay abode
Ours so short a time
Comes once more
Under the protection
Of our Enemy’s care
And we must scurry on
Seeking
Searching
Our journey continues
Arid
Endless
Ever on the run
From the Son
Now another
Temporal domicile
To seek out
Readied for an overnight stay
Or
If luck holds
A season
Never more than a season
Any place to rest our head
Anything to avoid
For a while longer
The ultimate home
Awaiting our journey’s end
(Luke 8:27-33)
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Thank you. A very enjoyable poem.