At today’s Mass, the gospel reading was John 20:19-31. It is the story of Doubting Thomas, which has always been one of my favorites. In fact, it was the topic of one of the first poems I ever wrote when I began writing poetry seriously. I looked through all of my poetry files and I can’t find that poem anywhere now. It was a very early poem, and maybe I decided at some point that it was terrible and deleted it in an artistic snit. Or maybe it just vanished into the electronic ether over the years. I don’t remember much about it now, except that it was sympathetic to Thomas’s wish to see the nail marks on Jesus’s hands and put his hand into his side to feel the wound.
"There is nothing easy in the effortless." I'm going to spend some time with these words, thinking particularly about how they connect to faith, both its presence and its absence.
"There is nothing easy in the effortless." I'm going to spend some time with these words, thinking particularly about how they connect to faith, both its presence and its absence.
Your words are so unique!