The Fingers of a Believer
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Disciple Thomas thrust his fingers in
The slit. Did he feel blood and warmth, a squish
Of slickness, flesh, fulfilment, or just sin
Of doubt? Did Jesus feel new wounding, wish
That Thomas had believed and loved? The tale
Does not reveal these details. If I thrust
My hand inside your ribcage, would I fail
To reach your heart and cause the strength of lust
That I would love? Would desperation reach
I’ve been a Christian, church attender for 47 years, and I hold a degree in religion, and somehow you have managed to see this story from such a completely new and unique perspective. Rare.
Yes, Laura, we all, almost always don’t consider other angles.
I’ve been a Christian, church attender for 47 years, and I hold a degree in religion, and somehow you have managed to see this story from such a completely new and unique perspective. Rare.
Laura, I almost never check for comments here. Sorry.