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……

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