“I have a friend in Jesus”
 says the kid sporting a
 second-hand suit and
 disinfectant eyes.
 
 With a righteous buzz he
 greets strangers,
 distributes pamphlets,
 spreads his word,
 immune to their
 rejection and
 avoidance.
 
 How comforting his faith must be - 
 to swim the
 medicinal vapors
 of certainty,
 
 rather than gather
 apples in the
 orchard of
 not knowing.