Ministering Angel

A dusty track curves into the wilderness Two walk eventually
veering from that road across a land of dry stones
one in physical form led by one unseen

We hover just beyond his perception
waiting & watching as he’s left to walk
deeper into desert alone on his slow slow fast
At his lowest point of bodily
ability he’s offered devilbread an all-
for-nothing chance a birth-right deal
a piece of fruit dangling from a forbidden
branch He’s offered a glorious Kidron
Valley swandive into fame & a means-
justifying short-cut to a name
above every name

It is written he replies
& as Satan skulks away we bring better bread
& rest from all those lies