Wind blew you across to the other side.
Soft sand shifted, damp under foot. I find
myself among the tombs near suicide.
crying on the mountain left scars outlined.
Wretched man that I am! Bare, and exposed.
Rocking. Reeling. Rage. Have I lost my mind?
What is your name? You ask. “Legion” is disclosed.
One word built the boundary for the foaming sea—“Go!”
Swallowing two thousand foes, the sea enclosed.
After the storm is over, Him I know.
You are God. It is finished. Clothed, I sit.
“Son of the Most High God.” Praise starts to grow.
Your word is not bound. I had to submit.
I join the hourglass. Each grain found in time.
Friends at home, know his mercy. Turn. Commit.
Note: The challenge was to write a poem from an unnamed biblical character’s perspective. I thought it would be fun to write about the demoniac’s salvation experience from Matthew 8:28-34.
Ashley Baker 