The Parking Ticket

Ponderings from Beaufort St - 7th May 2013

She walked in regal solemnity

Up to the errant vehicle

Scratched her cheek

And gazed in dispassionate judgement

On the ill-parked car

She was no officious officer

She had shown grace

She waited on the footpath

Turned her head from side to side

But no owner came to right his wrong and plead his case

She wrote the misdemeanour

Onto electronic pad

A record for the future

She slipped the ticket, almost

Lovingly onto the car

I wonder if guilt is God’s parking ticket

Slipped into the neural pathways of my mind

A ticket to remind me of all my faults and wrongs

Of when I’ve parked illegally

Or in one spot have stayed too long

I wonder what God does

With all the earnings from prayerful penance

Paid for release from tickets of guilt

Does he repave the streets of gold

Or build more mansions for more souls

I wonder if I’ve got it wrong

And guilt is not God’s parking ticket

I wonder if perhaps

God stands on the footpath

And turns His head from side to side

Looking for……