by Mark Stucky
Demons departed via possessed pigs, down the dusty slope, drowning under waves, descending into the Abyss from which they came. Purged of evil spirits, my new emptiness echoes with His peace. I now have so much room to grow and go and flourish. I want to praise that Man, who asked me for my name, expelled the monstrous hordes, and calmed my anguished soul. I’m named Legion no longer. Now my name is solitary. My fragmented name, my forgotten name, my original name, my true name, is one again, now cleansed, and healed, and whole.
Mark Stucky has degrees in religious studies, pastoral ministry, and communications. After being a pastor, he became a technical and freelance writer. In his day job, he’s documented technology products (ranging from building automation to satellite communications). In free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on a variety of (usually spiritual) topics. For more writings, see cinemaspirit.info.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:

The image that accompanies this poem is supposed to represent a man pondering the waves (under which the tormenting voices and compulsions disappeared forever) and enjoying his new peaceful solitude and possibilities. See a larger image by clicking the image below:
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