Easter 2C
April 7, 2013

A Prayer of Thomas
by Tim Haut

Love me
for my doubts, my Lord.
I was not there to see you
fresh-risen, sore-fleshed,
wide-eyed at a morning
stirred with Spring.
Once I had offered
to go with you
when all the others 
would have stayed behind,
offered to step into
the barrens of death
to be by your side.
But your journey 
was not mine to make,
your death so bitter 
that no sweet thing was left 
for me to seek.
Forgive me, then,
your flawed and faithless twin,
for needing to see you,
to touch the wounded hand
that holds my heart still.
Come to my uncertainty
with your kindness,
touch my wounds 
with your risen finger,
and let me believe the song
that wants to sing in me.

(Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.)
Deep River, CT