I Think Jesus

I Think Jesus


I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me 
in front of all those saints on high 

so sane they’ll never see me 
skipping down the road  at dawn
and not a soul behind me. 

Funnel clouds may tear through hell 
but not the ones inside me. 
They come and go all on their own 

as if  they can’t abide me. 
Today they’re off to New Orleans
so batten down the hatches.

When they return they’ll churn again
whirligigs inside me. 
Yet every day when I get up

I know this much for certain: 
I think Jesus knows I’m nuts
so why would he arraign me?


Donal Mahoney
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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