Public Submitted Poem For The Day

If Jesus has nine faces then I am sure one of them turns limp like a nugget in the dark.
One of them asks, "How do you know the Lions need a better front-office and a new quarterback?"
(Nobody knew what he meant. Not until two thousand years later).
One of them smiles.
One of them counts backward in an ancient language lost for a millenia eyes flickering as if in a seizure.
One of them says please stop counting the faces.
And so we stopped at five.

 -Linda Zapruder,  Lakeland Falls, Michigan