a poem received in e-mail

  My friend Faye sent this to me in e-mail, and I thought it worthy to share with my readers.  I do hate seeing "author unknown" with any poem, because you know somebody, somewhere, wrote this; and they'll never get credit for it.  Not there's any monetary gain to be had from writing poems like this, but it would be nice just to know the author was getting credit  where credit is due.                                

                                          WHO'S IN HEAVEN?

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
by the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp --
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged God, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
You must have made a mistake.

And why's everyone so quiet,
so somber? Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "They're all in shock.
No one thought they'd see you".

Judge NOT.

--Author Unknown

Judge NOT.

--Author Unknown