God’s Bell Curve Poem by maggie signaigo

Oh Lord…my Lord, I cannot go on
Do the right thing and take me this day
I shame myself and embarrass your name
With my actions and words that I say
I do not deserve to be one of “yours”
Or refer to you as my Father
And I waste your time with my prayers
I apologize for all of the bother…

Oh Maggie…sweet Maggie, go on; you must
Your time to come home is not yet
Make amends for your sins, continue your prayers
Be proud of the challenges you’ve met
I’ve forgiven your past indiscretions
And forgotten your spiritual crimes
In my home there’s a place saved for you
And maybe for a few of your rhymes

And you may be surprised when you get here
By some who await your arrival
Even I must grade on a Bell Curve
So acceptance outnumbers denial
You see, the world took a turn for the worse
And only the strongest abstained
Most succumbed to temptation, and
Revelations was never explained

There is a concert every Saturday night
And Elvis shares with us a song
John Lennon is here, believe it or not
To point out all that I do wrong
Richard Pryor and Rodney Dangerfield
Amuse us with their sense of humor
Marilyn Monroe and John F Kennedy
Can now talk without starting a rumor

Mother Theresa still makes sacrifices
And turns the other cheek
Princess Diana is loved by all
No pressure of a throne to seek
John Wayne is here, a blessing for sure
And he gives free riding lessons
And assortment of Popes, as you might imagine
So there’s never a line for confessions

In closing, Maggie; your mom is here
She has not changed so much
Ignoring the many fine doctors we have
Preferring to just suffer and such
And she watches you, when I give her the chance
Like always, she just sees what she wants
And pretends you’ve never missed her
Or needed her…not even once