"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.