Jesus Poems & Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Nick Cave

Nick Cave

Note to your left added videos: one  a performance of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, the other and interview where Cave talks about religion, Jesus and spirituality.

Often we think that we have to immediately agree or disagree with people and their view of Jesus. That gets us, and them, nowhere.  It all too often assumes we “know” in full, and they “in part” when not even Paul could say that for himself (exactly the opposite).

Listen to Nobody’s Baby Now. It’s a sweet yet haunted song.

The lyrics :

I’ve searched the holy books
I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour
I’ve read the poets and the analysts
Searched through the books on human behaviour
I travelled this world around
For an answer that refused to be found
I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now

I loved her then and I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won’t allow
I held her hand but I don’t hold it now
I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now

This is her dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand
I was her cruel-hearted man
And though I’ve tried to lay her ghost down
She’s moving through me, even now
I don’t know why and I don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now
She’s nobody’s baby now
Nobody’s baby now
She’s nobody’s baby now

Cave gets the incomprehensibility of God, just as it is with male -female relationships. It is not cynical. It’s a chronicle. Love songs and poem reflect the same…heartbreak, disappointment, expectations, joy, sadness, loss, connection, longing, intimacy, hunger…the list goes on but fits both relationships.

People take shots at organized religion all day long, and I join them.  But rarely at Jesus unless to deny His existence at all (convenient) or to insist that His words were altered by the Catholic Church sometime after it was joined with power via Constantine (a patent historical falsehood since we have manuscript copies going back to within 30 years of the original autographs of some texts).

Others have labeled me a “poet” I say this because my second wife made the astute point once that you really aren’t a poet or an artist until others recognize that inherent giftedness.



They all write Jesus poems
Sooner, then later
Come Hell and high waters
Comes a Jesus poem.
Every poet
Time and again
Hearing the pounding
Seeing the blood
Knowing it just ain’t right
That the world around….It just ain’t right.
Let’s loose and writes
a “Jesus Poem”.
And the Jesus Poems are stacked
Higher than any others
Stacked higher
Than the poems about nature
Stacked higher
Than the poems about injustice
Stacked higher
Than the poems about loves lost and loves found
Stacked higher
Than any other poems except
Those about the Poets themselves
And their own private sufferings.
So new Jesus Poems
Are added every hour
And their numbers
Grow beyond measuring
And only the angels in Heaven
Can read them all
And at times they have
Laughed at these poems
Only to fall silent
For the Son of Man
Is not laughing
He is silently
C. MacDonald (c) 1988


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