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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a timeAnd out walks Jesus
There was a GodAll over again;
Who so loved the worldOut stalks the
That he gave his sonGrinning, striding Jesus.
His only son. Tight-lipped
And they took that son Little people
And they hung him on a cross Hover all day
And that son died. Around the tomb
And they buried the son— And cover it with
Sealed him up tight. Incense
But God said, And bow before it
“Oh no you don’t” And walk before it
And he rolled back the rock, And sigh before it;
He unsealed his son And pray to it
And his son came out, And sing to it
Came out walking and breathing And weep to it
And he was Alive. And lean on it.
And he’s alive today And weep to it
And he walks around And lean on it.
And he stalks around And no one
Breathing life and life Notices
Every morning just before dawn Or at least
For thousands of years They pretend not
Little grim people— To notice,
Preachers and bankers and The living
Storekeepers and students— Breathing
Sneak up to the grave and Walking
Roll back the stone Talking
To seal it up tight. Jesus
And every morning Out on the
God roars Edge calling
“Oh no you don’t!” “Hey!”
And he flings back the stone. “Hey you!”

Lois Cheney, God Is No Fool, pp 115, 116

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