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Yeshua -- 24, Power

In the beginning. . .
was the word

 The Lord gave the word: great was the company of those that published it. Psalms 68:11


xxiv Power


And later around a driftwood fire of bent

     cypress knees and sea-encrusted gnarls

that logged the deeps and washed ashore,


and now scaled fire rungs to palaces of smoke

     as waves of ash flakes snowing up, white-

hot from enlightened embers' diamond facets,


someone asked:  was the wild man demented

     or a soul of fractured selves?  Or an

infestation? another added.  Carpets of surf


unrolled in and trickled out.  Yeshua smoothed

     the sand he drew on.  Star-sparks crackled

overhead.  If the body is a temple indwelt by evil


spirits, a disciple said, do they trespass or does

     sin invite them in?  What else inhabits us?

In which other realms do we and they abide?


Is heaven like Mount Hermon, only higher, an

     endlessness of spring, of mild weather?

Yeshua sipped a cup of  water.  They had eaten fish,


herb-garnished bread, olives, leeks, halawi dates.

     He said, When an unclean spirit comes out

and goes through arid places and returns with


others morewicked, the final condition is worse-- 

     the man wore his own filth, welts, cuts, bites --

each recalled his snarls and tortured yelps.  I give


you power over the enemy: to tread on scorpions

     and snakes.  Some only leave with prayerand

fasting.  I'd rather wrestle a lion, one of  the inner


circle said.  Or rope Leviathan.  I sawSatan fall,

     Jesus said.  Nothing will harm you.  An oak trunk

hissed, flame-possessed.  Smoke hovered, drifted off.