Mark 1:12-13

N THE WILDERNESS

CHRIST of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
Unto lost desert-folk
That listened wondering.
He heard the bitterns call
From the ruined palace-wall,
Answered them brotherly.
He held communion
With the she-pelican
Of lonely piety.
Basilisk, cockatrice,
Flocked to his homilies,
With mail of dread device,
With monstrous barbed slings,
With eager dragon-eyes;
Great rats on leather wings,
And poor blind broken things,
Foul in their miseries.
And ever with Him went,
Of all His wanderings
Comrade, with ragged coat,
Gaunt ribs–poor innocent–
Bleeding foot, burning throat,
The guileless old scape-goat;
For forty nights and days
Followed in Jesus’ ways,
Sure guard behing Him kept,
Tears like a lover wept.

– Robert Graves


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2 responses

  1. Thanks, Crystal. Really glad to have you here as an alternative to these exhaustive scholars.

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