God's Kitchen

    Image by Jacek Yerka, Between Heaven and Hell

I have always imagined God as a woman;

and though She is timeless, 

She looks to be

(to me) 

in her middle-sixties.

I picture Her with

wavy salt and pepper hair

 and sparkling eyes -

not unlike my undergraduate adviser

Margaret Odegard,

who would throw back her head

and laugh a magnificent laugh if she knew.

(And so would God, because

I’m quite sure She has

 an outstanding sense of humor.)

God does not, however, wear tweed like Dr. O.

In my mind She dresses in sunbeams, starlight,

clouds, hemp and linen. 

And sensible shoes. 

God did NOT create high heels.

And most assuredly God would have a cat in Her kitchen.

And rows and rows of pots and crocks and jars

 filled with darkness and light and creeping things,

and baskets of stars,

and bushels of peaches,

and a huge stoppered bottle

full of annoying people,

and another with mosquitoes

and large bin of dinosaurs and sea monsters

all mixed up together. 

Then She created the Earth and saw that it was good.

But She knew She could do better…

particularly if She went easier on

 the obnoxious people and the mosquitoes;

so She keeps trying.

And in spite of Genesis,

I think God spends

every Sunday afternoon

cooking up new worlds.

So that's where She can be found,

in Her wonderfully cluttered kitchen.

And by the way, you’re always welcome in

for a chat and a cuppa.’

For the Writing prompt offered by The Mag.  Also posted at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Open Link Night.  They are doing a prompt a day for April, National Poetry Month.