Gale Acuff – 3 Poems
I love Jesus though we've never met, I wonder if He'd say the same about me but at Sunday School...

Whine It was Jesus I swear I saw behind Miss Hooker's desk on the wall, I mean that He was on the wall on the Crucifix, I mean that He was on the Crucifix behind the desk, Miss Hooker's desk wasn't, wasn't on the wall I mean but any -way I'm failing third grade of regular school again but here at church I can't lose because I pray and pray and really read my Bible though there are plenty of words I don't understand but I have perfect attendance at Sunday School so if I croak in the next second or moment or whatever's shorter than a moment then I'll wake up expired in Beulah Land, that's what we often call Heaven in our church, not that Heaven's in our church exactly and In the beginning was the Word so you'd think folks wouldn't stumble over theirs, their words that is, but like I say or mean to say I may be flunking school but it won't matter much if I don't go to Hell when I'm dead, I told Miss Hooker so, my Sunday School teacher but she told me No, Gale, if you're not working hard enough\ then you'll go to Hell, you'll merit Heaven --merit means deserve--you'll go to Heaven, she says, only if your brain is compromised, she means only if my stupidity is come by honestly so maybe I'll never graduate from high school, not to mention from life to Life Everlasting, but Miss Hooker says that the good news is I'll go on eternally but the bad news if that it will probably be in Hell and I'd better practice taking the test right now so I walked home from Sunday School with my head hanging but by the time I stepped onto the back porch of our house and smelled the bacon and eggs for lunch I for -got all about regular school and God and Jesus and the Holy Ghost at church and Sunday School, I was in between some -where, the place I think most folks call life or to me more especially living and after lunch I changed my clothes and went out to play with the dog and we don't even have one. His name's Caesar. He's my best friend. All You Can Eat I love Jesus though we've never met, I wonder if He'd say the same about me but at Sunday School I'm told that He knows all about me or at least more than I do about Him but they also say that when I die I'll know everything, which must mean even though nobody says it that I'll be God Himself or at least as wise or is it knowledgeable and He will become me, I mean we'll merge and then there are the other souls up in Heaven, we'll all squeeze together so after Sun -day School this morning I hit Miss Hooker with it, that God's everything at least up in the Good Place but before she said anything else she said Gale, what about us ordinary folks down here--we're still alive but not eternally, of course --what do you make of life down here, she meant Earth, so I said I dunno, ma'am, maybe we're pieces of the pie and when we come together we're one big pizza and she smiled and said Dear boy, you'll be a poet one day and I said, No thank you, ma'am, but I'd rather be dead, just inspired is what I'd call that but I still can't tell whether it's from Heaven or Hell but like I say when I die I'll know and as for passing on the information, I still haven't figured that part out yet, somebody took more than his share, maybe. God gets hungry. Way Jesus I love but there's not much choice, down at Sunday School they swear that He's the Son of God so there it is, I guess those folks would know and I'm only ten years old so before I die, it might happen any time, I'd better get saved so that I don't go to Hell and burn for Eternity, Eternity's an infinite number of forevers, so it's a mighty long spell indeed and even though Jesus died on the cross, make that the Crucifix, He lives up in Heaven and it's for my sins He did so that when I do too I'll live a better life in Heaven, don't ask how or don't ask me but just remember that for eternal life you have to pass, it's called a paradox in regular school but at church-service and Sunday School it's known as the Way, or part of it, sometimes I wonder why I was ever born for this or to this or maybe I should say in -to this, religion's nutty sometimes but if you aren't, aren't religious I mean, then you go to the Hell of what other folks think and think as well about you and I guess I just want to get along, I don't want to cause any problems, I just want to be happy and live long even though when I'm dead it won't have made much difference if I live to 11 or 90 and then when I'm dead I guess I'll take it from there, wing it you might say, like angels do, ha ha, but I'm pretty sure that if there are no comic books in the After -life or tacos or Raisinets or ice cream cake or Camaros or skateboards or gerbils or Siamese fighting fish or Hardy Boys mystery stories or Thor or Justice League of America or fielder's gloves with the slit for the middle finger sewn right in or is that sewn right out and root beer and Flintstones Vitamins then I'm not cooperating, I'll go on strike in Heaven, I'll turn in my wings and harp and refuse to wear my white robe, I'll just hang around my cloud naked and if I get demoted to Hell for that it's for a good cause, I'll do bad some good.