by Ken Sehested
Drenched by Jordan’s buoyant power, confirmed by dove’s anointing perch, conformed to Heaven’s sundering plow, bewildering days now beckon.
Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, off to the famishing wilds now tread.
To face the full force of the Tempter’s enticements: Can the river’s wet mark endure wilderness heat?
Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, pondering stones transformed into bread.
Ascending the mountain, its vistas of power, relentless domain, the nations to cower.
Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, allured by the promise of royal-crowned head.
To piety’s palace, the temple’s high peak, fame to be had by magical feat.
Now stand we, too, Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, mangled hearts mended, crippling fears shed.