Poem January 29, 1966 ISSUE

BARTIMAEUS

Mark 10:46—52

Gibbs Hofmann

Blind Bartimaeus, pitifully cryingFor mercy, did not shrink nor lose his poise,But cried the more in steadfastly defyingThe grumbling crowd's demand to make less noise.

When Jesus paused, commanding he be called,The crier rose and cast his robe aside.Was this the garment of despair that walledHim like a prison and Truth's light denied?

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