A Second Touch

He’s in the fishing port again.

Once he trod the raging sea

part-way toward Bethsaida’s shore,

spooking the crew in dark pre-dawn,

until he called above the storm:

‘Don’t panic, guys, it’s only me!’


But on this calmer voyage here

he’d question after question posed

about their state of heart and mind.

‘Still you cannot understand,

though twice I’ve taken loaves in hand,

blessed, then broke the bread, and fed

nine thousand hungry mouths and more,

yet still you only vaguely see.’


After they had beached the boat

he was presented with a man

quite blind. He led him by the hand

outside of town, let loose his hold

and touched his eyes and asked him: ‘Now,

can you see anything at all?’


What if the man had claimed: ‘Wow? Cool!

It’s never been so good for me.

Hey, this is life! I now can see;’

when all he saw was light and shade

and passers-by as swaying trees?


How like the Lord’s disciples who

twice had seen a huge crowd fed

by the touch of Jesus’ hand;

they too required a further touch,

removing cataracts from their hearts

to clearly see.

And later still,

when Jesus, risen from the tomb,

with nail-pierced hands had broken bread

of two who grieved that he was dead,

with open vision now they knew

who he was that on the way

had broken bread of Bible truth

to set their hearts aglow with hope.

Right then they saw he was alive –

just as he vanished from their sight. Hugh Thompson (January 2012)

About the author: Hughthompson

Hugh is a retired church leader at a related church in Weston-super-Mare who has been kind enough to share his blog posts with us.
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