Sunday, May 01, 2011

sunday sonnet #28

Sometimes a life can get defined
by a single moment or event:
as the “doubter” Thomas gets confined,
though that image does not represent

the complexity of his whole being
nor his broken spirit on that night
when he spoke of touching and seeing --
there’s not one way to grieve that is “right.”

When Thomas asked to touch and see
the others named him by his doubt
when hours before their judging spree
they had been the ones freaking out.

After the cross, not knowing what to do
I would have asked to touch and see him too.



Glynn said...

I love the story of Thomas doubting, because it's so real, so human, and so typical. Good poem, sir.

Daniel K said...

I would have too..

Well written poem. Thanks for sharing.