Nobody lives forever, not even
folks who die and go to Heaven, they're still
dead but on the other hand at church and
Sunday School they say they live forever,
by they I mean the folks at Sunday School
and church and not the dead, ha ha, that's kind
of funny but anyway if you be
-lieve then there really is eternal life
maybe but to snag it you must die and
I'd rather have eternal life on Earth
than in the Afterlife where I'll be dead
but my Sunday School teacher says No, no,
Dear, you've got it all wrong, you're dead here
and
now so I answered I'm damned if that's so.
Instead of punishing me she said Good.
Someday I'll die but I don't want to die
but sometimes I don't want to live and that's
life or a pretty fair definition
I told my Sunday School teacher after
class but like the Bible says it made her
weep, not just cry, I guess that weeping is
crying with a college education
or crying as if every drop means some
-thing or is somehow clearer and purer
than what you get with ordinary tears
from bawling or plain old blubbering--if
there really is a God He's well aware
or should be of the difference so when
she dried out I apologized but she
said That's okay--I feel better now. Christ.
I hate everybody--no, that's not true
but it is if I hate only a few
but then I think that's a different
idea
but I'm not sure, I'm only ten
years old,
I don't know enough to hate so
I'd better wait until I'm older,
then
maybe I'll be more successful at
it,
that's what I told my Sunday School
teacher
but after class so in case she got
clutched
by my strange confession she
wouldn't turn
red in front of the class but I
needn't
have worried, alone with me she
laughed and
laughed and told me that I'll make
some woman
very happy someday and maybe she
means Mother but she's dead. Who
else is there?
I'll go to Hell when I die for the sin
of stashing my chewing gum under my
chair in Sunday School class, it
was either
that or swallow the damn thing and they
say
at regular school it takes your
stomach
seven years to digest it--yuck--so
in
the seventh year I'll rest, ha ha,
and get
over it but then there's all the
Juicy
Fruit I swallowed in the past, it's
a good
thing there's an Eternity, maybe
there
I can work off my debt even if it
means I lose a little of forever
from Eternity and next week to show
God and Jesus my good intentions
I'll
go early and peel it off and cop
it.
Everybody wants go to Heaven
when they die but sometimes the
righteous go
in the other direction, that would
be
Hell, and gladly suffer, so they
say at
least before they leave, torment
and torture
and are good with it because they
show God
and Jesus and the Holy Ghost a
thing
or two and meanwhile I'm ten years
old, what
I don't know about life and death
you could
write a book about but of course I
do
that every day, just not in so many
words and if it comes to pass that
I stand
before God's throne and await His
judgment
then maybe I'll tell Him I've been
assessing
Him. Oh, we'll see how He likes those
apples.
Gale haa taught tertiary English courses in the US, PR China, and Palestine.
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