Armadale Uniting Church

Poetry

DOUBTING  THOMAS

 

 

                                    Frankly, I could not bear to watch what

                                    they did to him – the whips, the insults,

                                    the hammering in of nails. So I snuck off

                                    here, hopes shattered, to lick my wounds.        

 

                                    Now they beg me to go back to see him -

surely something beyond belief. At least

mine. I’m a realist, not into sentiment or

apparitions. There needs to be a body.

 

Today the clouds hang heavy with doubt.

The others may be deluded. But if – and it’s

a big if – I see him, touch actual wounds,

then I will kneel before him, and adore.

 

Bill  Rush

Armadale Uniting Church                                  

 

See Also - Sermon "Doubting Thomas"