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Heaven on Earth -- Kristin Berkey-Abbott

(Poem #113)Heaven on Earth
 I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
 slinging nothing but gutter balls.
 He said, "You've gotta love a hobby
 that allows ugly shoes."
 He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
 So I invited him to dinner.
 
 I knew the Lord couldn't see my house
 in its current condition, so I gave it an out
 of season spring cleaning. What to serve
 for dinner? Fish—the logical 
 choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
 of everyone's favorite seafood dishes.
 I thought of my Granny's ham with Coca-Cola
 glaze, but you can't serve that to a Jewish 
 boy. Likewise pizza—all my favorite 
 toppings involve pork. 
 
 In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
 We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
 and listened to Bill Monroe.
 Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
 I'm happy to report. He told strange
 stories which I've puzzled over for days now.
 
 We've got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
 Ordinarily I don't play, and certainly not in this humidity.
 But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
 golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills
 and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
 Sounds like Heaven to me.
-- Kristin Berkey-Abbott

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