Poetry

Second Try

      He put spit in the man’s eyes, laid hands on him, and asked, “Do you 
      see anything?” He looked up. “I see men. They look like walking 
      trees.” (Mark 8:23–24)

 

Blind then speechless. Broken bites of sound dropped from a pink 
hole in his black beard. We watched Jesus lead him out of town for fear 
of the crowds. Jesus spit on him! We gasped. This happened in Bethsaida.