Poetry: Writhing with the Holy Spirit — backdated 1992

By Nic Custer Jan 2010

You've made me speak in

tongues and writhe

like Jesus on the cross.
But that was before
you found god
or were faithfully lost
or were gone.
But I have been lost
since birth — its been long
hanging from a Rosary,
swinging for communion
seeing heaven in this earth,
my feet collecting dirt.
So ill wander on,
and find another blessing
of sweat and self-worth.
Maybe angels can fly
and maybe this happens
a thousand times.
Nun, you blow
my mind
let fun
be the christ
you choose to find.