"Unless I see the mark of the nail on his hands, unless I put my fingers
into the place where the nails were, and my hands into his side, I will
never believe"
John 20.20
Put your hand, Thomas,
On the head
Of the people
Depressed in Zimbabwe.
Place your finger, Thomas,
On those
In Northern Ireland,
Hoping for peace
Which never comes?
Stroke the cheek, Thomas,
Of the refugees
Struggling to
Escape their country.
Touch, Thomas,
The gaping wounds,
Of my world.
Those suffering,
In Iraq at this time.
Feel, Thomas,
The primal wound
Of my people,
Reach out your hands,
Thomas,
And place them
At the side of the poor.
Grasp my hands,
Thomas,
And believe.
Put your hand, Thomas,
On the head
Of the people
Depressed in Zimbabwe.
Place your finger, Thomas,
On those
In Northern Ireland,
Hoping for peace
Which never comes?
Stroke the cheek, Thomas,
Of the refugees
Struggling to
Escape their country.
Touch, Thomas,
The gaping wounds,
Of my world.
Those suffering,
In Iraq at this time.
Feel, Thomas,
The primal wound
Of my people,
Reach out your hands,
Thomas,
And place them
At the side of the poor.
Grasp my hands,
Thomas,
And believe.
