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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hotel/Motel (09/12/05)

TITLE: Gadarene Getaway
By DeAnna Brooks
09/14/05


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Foot sore
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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dub W09/19/05
Much of this really works well. A wonderful effort at free verse, with so much talent.
Thank you. A very enjoyable poem.
Jan Ackerson 09/21/05
Very creative approach to the topic. Good job!