It was his confirmation day, <br />The priest was fervent, <br />Hands on his head praying <br />For the spirit to <br />Fill this little lad, <br />Make him a perfect Christian <br />And heavenly soldier; <br />He prayed and prayed and prayed, <br />Beads of perspiration <br />Wrapped his face as he <br />Closed his eyes trying to be the first <br />To see God, <br />To recommend this child to him, <br />To ask for a million favours <br />On his behalf; <br />The lad knelt and <br />Allowed himself to be the <br />Cause of so much trouble, <br />Everyone felt he needed <br />The spirit <br />To make him strong <br />And mature a Christian, <br />To preach the word <br />And to win countless souls <br />Unto the Lord. <br />And he strained to listen to the words <br />That supplicated the lord; <br />Come Holy Spirit. <br />The spirit of change, <br />that powerful fire to burn away <br />The desire to see her again, <br />No - to see them again; <br />The spirit to squelch the desire <br />To peel off their skirts <br />And find what was hidden beneath, <br />To kiss and to suck, <br />To poke and to release <br />The persistent waxy fluid <br />The spirit - <br />Come O Holy Spirit; <br />Mary, Lucia, Agatha <br />No - the Spirit; <br />Where are you, Spirit <br />When my mind sees all <br />These pictures, <br />All the slides of the <br />Pleasurable pain of yesterday; <br />The priest is praying fervently, <br />the congregation is chanting <br />Frenzied Amens to the bargain, <br />All chant the Come O Spirit, <br />But somewhere in the corner <br />The devil reminds me <br />That I am one ugly <br />Heck of a polluted pile <br />Of x-rated memories <br />Clogging my brain, <br />Making me ask if the spirit <br />Will come down at all. <br />But he goes on praying <br />Just the same <br />As the minutes travel all the <br />Way from one to twelve.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-o-spirit-2/
