November 2007
Oh, God, do you remember what I said?
From crying and still writhing on my bed
I whispered, “I don’t want to fight anymore,” and months later, I’m there.
Jesus, God, Son of Man, do I have to pretend
when you are the only thing I need?
can you come here and quieten the pulsating forces in me…
I’ve begun to hate words; their insubstantial wrecks are sour
but I will hunger still for some dramatic, shaking power
I don’t long for sex or money or for things that never show
I long for jesus god almighty prayer
warm hot shower, heart in tow
in this insubstantial world
be something more than just a guess.
be my salvation, my denial,
and the cause of my unrest
be my destruction, my redemption,
my pathetic, howling truce
be the eons and eons of space
that i could never use
oh god, be true to me, i pray:
show me how to be true to you.
From crying and still writhing on my bed
I whispered, “I don’t want to fight anymore,” and months later, I’m there.
Jesus, God, Son of Man, do I have to pretend
when you are the only thing I need?
can you come here and quieten the pulsating forces in me…
I’ve begun to hate words; their insubstantial wrecks are sour
but I will hunger still for some dramatic, shaking power
I don’t long for sex or money or for things that never show
I long for jesus god almighty prayer
warm hot shower, heart in tow
in this insubstantial world
be something more than just a guess.
be my salvation, my denial,
and the cause of my unrest
be my destruction, my redemption,
my pathetic, howling truce
be the eons and eons of space
that i could never use
oh god, be true to me, i pray:
show me how to be true to you.