Here is a poem from our Cameron—you may have already listened to the podcast in which we discuss his masters dissertation on the relationship between poetry and prayer (If not, it is here.)
Here is one of his poems taking a wide angle look at the Jesus story unfolding during Lent.
Where’s Jesus Gone, by Cameron Preece
Find him in the rabble of riff-raff
Frayed at the edges
Drinking and eating with his mates
Sticking it to the man.
Find him napping on a boat
In a storm’s wild thrash
Or casually afloat
Feet firm on the waves.
Find him approaching folk on the street
So they can tag along
Flipping tables and sticking up a finger
To the sacred professionals.
Find him cutting to the heart of things
Difficult to small-talk with
Calling the sinners saints,
And the saints, sinners.
Find him with a fire in his eyes
At the face of injustice
drowning in the dirt
With the ones trampled.
Find him up a hill
With his best mates and dad,
Getting away from the cult followings
That will ultimately be his demise.
Find him hung up like a naked puppet
But with no strings attached
Find him bleeding for his murderers
With a crown of spikes to mock him.
Find him with a hole
In his side,
In a tomb,
Shut.
Find him looking like a gardener
Chatting with an old friend
Who then found out
His end was not the end.
