(8) Thomas
You pressed your fingers deep into His emptiness
and believed that it would make you unafraid forever.
But you still wake up terrified
that the holes were the only real thing
about those hands
sometimes.
You wonder
what is to become of those who,
though they see,
cannot believe?
(9) Musing
You sit in quiet spaces,
trying again and again
to find a few words
that will stick to the page.
You listen closely
hoping you will hear
your own voice drifting in
from somewhere far away.
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