“The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert…”
MK 1:12
“Go!”
This joyous fullness drives me on. Abba’s luminocity, the descended Ruach-as-dove: now, they’re a driving whirlwind, an inferno.
“Go!”
I stagger. Stumble. Drop to one knee. Rise up. Continue.
To the desert. Where my forty-day fast awaits.
“Go!”
Solitude
gold tested in
fire
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Frank J. Tassone 
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