background image

Significato Journal
Subscribe to our FREE E-Newsletter!
Notice to Our Readers: In the near future, we will be halting publication of new contentin the Significato Journal. It's been a lovely experience, but we have found that with limited time, we need to focus our efforts in new directions (which include book publishing). We'll be leaving some content on the site in an archived status. We'll move other content to our personal websites ( and (Kim's website is not ready yet)). When that process is completed, we'll send out a final email to our SJ subscribers and invite you all to subscribe to our individual subscription lists. More to come... [Peter and Kim - February 13, 2020]
Normal Version Print Version

Jesus Never Had No Peanut Butter Cup

Sep 27, 2019

Peanut Butter CupThe Mama brought me home a gift,
handed in the kitchen on the sly.


Half empty it were, contents known
quite well to her stomach.


I didn’t mind. No way, not at all.
It sat there in my hand, all round and brown
and smooth and melty,
Lookin’ up at me with some degree of pride.


There ain’t nothin’ better than a peanut butter cup
after hours upon hours of sufferin’ and labor.
Vexations run from peanut butter cups.


I just couldn’t hep myself. I cried out so loud,
with such gratitude but sadness too, that
“Jesus never had no peanut butter cup!”


I saw numbers of tears runnin’ down
the Mama’s face, and felt them too.


Oh, Jesus, when we see you,
we’re gonna bring you
a peanut butter cup!


Then one day I went to heaven.
It don’t matter how.


Things were mighty different;
most of all the crowds
who packed the public square
hopin’ to see Jesus.


I kept wonderin’ what to say
if ever I had a chance to meet him.


He might look at me and say,
“What did you do that counted for much?”
It was a quandary, I can tell you.


I got in line and told the feller
that I needed to see Jesus.
“Oh?” he said.


“I’ve got a gift for him. A surprise.”
He let me through, not sure why.


If ever you meet Jesus, I can say for sure,
calm your fears.


He looked at me and
I looked at him and
gave him the peanut butter cup
I had brought along.


One bite is all it took.
He just smiled and smiled,
and had himself another bite.


I can’t say no more about it.



Cropped image of peanut butter cup by Evan-Amos
Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain

Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”

~ Deus est auctor amoris et decoris. ~

Peter hosts the "Love, Freedom, & the World" Video & Podcast Channel at:

Support Peter's work for as little as $3 per month:

Follow Peter on Social Media: Twitter & GAB: @falkenbrown ~

Did you like what you read?

If so, leave a Tip, below, and join the ranks of our Renaissance Patrons!
>> Read More about becoming a Renaissance Patron


Select Amount on the Next Page

Recurring Patron

Select a Monthly Amount from the
DropDown List Below

Recurring Patron Levels

(Comments are moderated and must be approved.)
comments powered by Disqus

More Headlines of Interest

“The Epiphany of Zebediah Clump”
Watch our first film right here.
Feel good about life and feed your soul some vittles...
from the columns and essays of Significato.
Transport your soul...
by curling up with a short story or poem.
Increase your bliss and nourish your soul...
with tidbits on nature, music, books, films, health and writings from bygone days.
Feel good about life...
Become a Significato Journal Renaissance Patron
Liquid Web Dedicated Servers