[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The bread was changed by breaking.
Seven loaves torn became countless pieces.
Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths.
Transformed into energy enough.
Still they did not see.
Jesus turned to a blind man:
Can you see anything?
(The man, who had only known things by touch;
child’s cheek smooth, pliable as a plum,
his own face carved into rivulets
of skin, a texture kin to bark,
his limbs like brittle branches.)
He answered Jesus: I can see people,
but they look like trees walking.
When Jesus touched his eyes,
the man saw mingling
light & heat & water
The green, yeast-like, bloom of life
He looked intently,saw everything clearly,
we are ocean & bread & tree.
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