Luke 8:26-31 ~ the man’s friends tell their story
Deborah Beach Giordano
© October 23, 2013
The demon plays hide and seek —
but this is no game.
its bloody eyes glint out at us
from behind a face we thought we knew.
A fiendish squawk, an angry curse,
a dash into the maddened crowd
rushing toward the precipice.
Swirling fog, confused shouts,
pleas and cries and tears.
We give chase
alongside white-coated pursuers
stumbling in the darkness,
through valleys of unimagined depths
and across icy peaks
nearly touching the sky.
The horror ceases;
the demon departs.
Its host falls
The body dry, gray;
ashes remaining from a funeral pyre —
memories mere shadows
upon cavern walls.
The eyes blank. Unseeing.
The heart wary, distant, unfeeling.
We look for traces of what was,
sifting through the dust
for evidence of life.