Allay all doubt
A probing wound
Upon skepticism
Christ is found
Heaven and spirit
Hand in hand
Fingers search
A moving sand.
With witness
Tryanny of doubt
A gasping awareness
In silence shout
To praise that
Which moments before
Refused belief
Closed the door.
In dimensions gaze
A wondering eye
Into the wound
Fingers pry
You are the one
Here and now
Returned from death
Belief to vow.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Should we have patience with Thomas, or be a bit annoyed with him? He disbelieved the other 10 disciples who saw Jesus (Judas was gone by then). But he insisted on seeing for himself. The 10 may have said or thought: 'You calling us all liars, Thomas?'
As a non believer myself I would say patience, humans have so many doubts, nothing wrong with wanting to be sure, we are both physical and spiritual
Thanks N. Got any doubt about the No 7 bus turning up? lol.
no doubt, just not on time lol
Ah lol. Caravaggio was a stormy character. I don't know what beliefs he had.
he was definitely stormy, but a genius
I got confused. I nearly said, Good write Stormy, erm, Norman. Who was Stormin' Norman?! lol.
the iraq war commander
A cousin of yours?! lol.
Here the doubting Thomas and so we all are I scarcely believe what I do see and touch in a world of scams, technology that can create your picture doing things in places you have never been. One does not know what to believe anymore. Nicely done
so true, fake news scams etc, thanks for reading much appreciated
You are most welcome
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