Order of St. Thomas

If we could just believe and oh we would

if we could put our fingers in the nail marks

hands in the spear-gashed side

work our way into him up to our elbows

and then a shoulder and a foot

and climb into his woundedness completely

                                

peer through his eyes and see what it’s like

to walk this world resurrected and free

from death’s power to box you up with ribbon

live in his accomplishments safe in his flesh

inoculated from any future punctures and bleeding

nuzzle up to his soothing heartbeat lullaby

But we won’t get that, we won’t even get belief

we only have to walk the way of vulnerable love

and find him in every cut and broken bone

we will surrender as we keenly gaze

into our own open wounds and universal pain

and find his resurrection there inside us

And in our disbelief we will praise

in our mistrust we will worship

in our fear we will follow