Thomas Doubts

You cast blame?
Label my unbelief?
I watched Him die,
flesh torn by Roman might.
My master, my friend
the dream, our destiny
crushed under Imperial eagle
mocked by puppet prince.

Cut off, bereft
I wandered
alone, away.

My brothers meet
and He is there.
Absent Thomas
solitary Thomas
but doubt?

Yes, I did it
lacking trust.
Treating those words
from those divine lips
with contempt.
My human pride
clouding vision.

(Written: 23.IV.17)


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