When Is Jesus Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Sitting yesterday with a dire spin of a conscious,
I started wondering about a lot of things that are apparently understood to be.
I was fighting to unlock my thoughts from a cell of grouped up memories.
I was beginning to sag under the weight of irrational thinking forms -
There was no cheer but fear and the shocking volt of my recurring madness.

I began recalling the sermon of the clergyman's discourse,
He kept on preaching about Jesus coming back on Earth.
Slowly I began to remember how I had heard from the mouth of Jesus before he died,
I remembered that I was there within the crowd when he said: "I am God of heaven by virtue of my spirit and as soon as I depart, I will give you the same spirit that you'd become God upon the Earth and the Heavens above.