brings you back to life again, life after
death, at least it does at our church and Sun
-day School, it’s what we ten-year-olds hear each
and every Sunday like clockwork though it’s
kind of a slow clock but then that’s God, God
takes His own sweet time, unless of course He
calls you back before yours, your time that is,
but whatever the case He judges your
eternal soul and if you’ve been a good
believer you can hang in Heaven for
-ever but if bad then ditto, save in
Hell, so I asked our Sunday School teacher
Ain't it eternal life whether we go
to the Good Place or Bad? She laughed. She cried.

 

 

 

 

 

our Sunday School teacher’s desk is Jesus
and He’s dead, at least His eyes are shut and
He’s looking pretty feeble and I fell
asleep in class today and dreamt that I
came into the room one day and He had
flown from His perch but I was afraid to
tell our teacher that Jesus was missing
in case an angel might drop in to say
He isn’t here, He is risen, just like
or damn-near in the Bible that third day,
I have a weak heart, I don’t want to die
not even in church, but then she woke me
and told me to step out into the hall
so I said Yes ma’am. So I rose again.

 

 

 

 

 

gets me into Heaven the only way
possible, by croaking that is, I don’t
want to even if it means eternal
life—that’s what I swore to my Sunday School
teacher after class today and she wept
because I sounded for ten years old like
I meant it and I think that at the time
I did but wouldn’t it be easier
on both God and man—people I mean—just
to live forever and so do without
how sorry death can be, not to mention
sad, which I just did, so next week when I
return to class I’ll apologize for
my trespass. I have perfect attendance.

 

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