
Lena’s Dad

Capturing Everyday Miracles
Disheveled in Jesus sandals
Prophets scream on street corners
Some coherent, others not
Wrought, bought,
prophets from far-off lands
Hands of time and shifting sands
Yet the human story seemingly stays the same
Remains of lives and curtains torn
The forlorn suffer at the feet of the wealthy
Unwed mothers
Brothers hung on tree limbs
Locusts and honey for fuel
Bitter gruel but better than empty
Blind Pharisees Earthbound Sadducees
Wine-fueled priests
Atrocities
Beddings
Beheadings
Secrecy, lunacy
A bad rap
Snapchat
Truth or lies
Disguise
Or salvation
Anybody else realize yesterday’s post was an April Fool’s joke? I should have made it even more unbelievable and said the music played was Mozart’s 5th Symphony.