I Think Jesus

I Think Jesus I think Jesus knows I’m nuts so why would he arraign me in front of all those saints on high so sane they’ll never see me skipping down the road at dawn and not a soul behind me. Funnel clouds may tear through hell but not the ones inside me. They come and go all on their own as if they can’t abide me. Today they’re off to New Orleans so batten down the hatches. When they return they’ll churn again whirligigs inside me. Yet every day when I get up I know this much for certain: I think Jesus knows I’m nuts so why would he arraign me? Donal Mahoney