I am doubting Thomas
I won\'t fully believe until I touch the wounds
The holes in his hands,
The gash at his chest
Run my fingers around in the blood and water
See and feel and hear and have no choice but to know
That I am condemned.
I stumble about in this halfway point
Uncertainty at every turn
Unable to embrace the feelings
Of either divine comfort
Or complete freedom
I am fenced in by imaginary parameters
Marred by sins
And chained by lingering faith.