Monster’s Lair

I sent a preview of the image below to a few friends. I got this in return.
New and improved in so many ways.

Hey Greg, this would go great on somebody’s grandchild’s wall as a big print : > )

Praying for a better week for all.

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 salvationĀ