Poem for Worship

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