Jesus Sandal

Poetry by Pam Shea, Southern California poet laureate, all rights reserved
Image by William Ferry

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 

Secrecy, lunacy 
A bad rap 
Truth or lies 
Or salvation 

One thought on “Jesus Sandal

  1. When I saw this and began reading the poem I thought its very much like the world Jesus came into, and John the Baptizer looked up and said: “I baptize with water,” J. . .but among you stands One you do not know. He is the One who comes after me, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie.” Is the display pictured a gentle reminder of our individual and corporate condition when he appears.

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