Jesus, we need you in all your forms—
rising in beauty from seafoam,
black-tongued and stamping in battle.
We need you one-eyed, wandering in disguise.
Please rise again in beauty from the sea,
steal the sacred flame and flee.
Give us your vision; open our eyes.
Split the mountains and come down.
You brought us fire. We made you sorry.
Come now with Medusa’s head on your shield,
protect us from your thunder.
Mourn with us through our sorry land.
We need you with shuttle and spear,
cloven-hoofed, drunken and mad.
Walk beside us as we cry; hold our hand.
Crouch with us, hungry, underground,
and dance full of wine and song, and mad.
Jesus, meet us at the cross-road with your lamp.
Return with all the daffodils of spring.
Split the earth, drive your wild horses up.
Come to the crossroad and fill our cup,
add our skulls to your garland.
Ascend through the rock and carry us away.
Descend to us in all your forms.