Who Did You Come To See?

"What did you come out into the desert to see? A reed shaken with the wind? A man clothed in soft garments? A prophet?

What did you come out to see?

Maybe a man counting coins at a table, one stack to another, as you watch waiting for a piece of silver to drop in your lap –

Or one prancing on a stage, telling you what must be done to become like gods –

Or a woman dressed in plastic, selling desire and fantasy, mutating herself into your dreams –

Perhaps an old man with whiskers, etching words into a scroll as he bends the world to his whim, and you ache to read it –

Or a group of soldiers leading faceless men out to slaughter –

What did you come out into the desert to see?

A prophet who speaks the truth …

Here before you stands more than a prophet. I am the measure of everything else; everything that you can conceive of must be contrasted against Me.

Me or the man counting coins
Me or the one prancing upon the stage
Me or the woman changing for your desires
Me or the old man with whiskers
Me or the soldiers

Who did you come out into the desert to see? "