• sunday sonnet #28

    by  • May 2, 2011 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    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.



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    2 Responses to sunday sonnet #28

    1. May 2, 2011 at 11:10 am

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

    2. Daniel K
      May 5, 2011 at 1:57 am

      I would have too..

      Well written poem. Thanks for sharing.

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