wordsout by godfrey rust
words from the cross  < 5 of 7 >



up my sleeve 

there’s no sleeve 

look on  

your naked God

look on  

your reflection 

this is 

the tree 

of life 

you need me 

I chose

to need you—

to love you 

God became


help me 

I thirst

Fifth poem of seven in the sequence words from the cross. 

Godfrey Rust 2003, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.