On Her Way.

God was on her way to Market.
She needed herbs and spices
For Her spaghetti sauce.
On earth She'd been villified
Condemned without cause
Called a witch
And burned at the stake.
Her cousin Christ
Who also called himself God
As if He was some sort of Zeus
Had not even interfered
Salem being on His side.
Spat, as in any family.
True, He'd ben crucified,
But hey, what with His dreams
Of grandeur  and calling
Himself King.
Off to the Market, then
On Planet Nebula X.
Always a plesant trip on Her
Chariot of Fire
Where there was also
A newly built amusement parc.
She could not see how people
Could like Her cousin's Heaven,
All sitting there all day long
Sitting on clouds doing nothing
But gazing at eternal blue skys.
Boring.
Kids needed to move and play.
Like that three years old in Texas
Playing with a gun and shooting
Himself dead while elders around
Were playing cards.
Or  all those, young and old
Afflicted by fate and Faith
In their life. Cruel, crippled destinies.
True,older, less mobile persons
Also liked to play cards, no problem
But her theme parc was there
To give people hope
And a bit of sunshine, She reflected,
As she made her way to her transport
And to her new Heavenly place.