Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

FINDING JESUS


I found
Jesus


in the middle of
O' Connell Street

('round 'bout 4.30)

arms spread wide
in gentle benediction

as if he had

just beamed down
from wherever


Heaven is...was


only to find himself
trapped in a glass box

as if in
another dimension.

'Help me! Help me! '
he cried


(in a muffled scream)


'Save me! Save me! '
Jesus wept.


But I thought
Heaven can wait


& anyway


the lights had changed.

Submitted: Saturday, February 21, 2009
Edited: Thursday, March 05, 2009

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  • NeiL . (3/6/2009 8:41:00 PM)

    I'm slow... how did you find Him? What did He say? Why He cried? (Report) Reply

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