Finding My Jesus Poem by Martin Lochner

starched ironed theologians

with big untested minds and Darwinian

wise cracks proving evolutionary

random existences was cool


I found Him in charismatic churches

where He tagged along smiling at me

through weary faces and splintered eyes


laughing at me saying: don’t take yourself

so serious, join us


the shattered, towntrodden and brokenhearted

humming in paint chipped community halls

and soup kitchen shelters


my sweet lords take me to the mountain


trying to fervently pray for their


drunkard husbands

delinquent children

next months rent

and nappies


Yea I found my sweet and blue eyed Jesus

as sweaty, unshaven and real as the congregation

that invoked him


Pastors crying pleading and dancing

brothers in crutches and wheel chairs rattling their mechanics

in spiritual frenzy


Maslows fine feelings was peaking in this hot house of hope


leaving that church I prayed



you better be real!

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