Thomas - Poem

National Catholic Reporter, Jan 26, 2001 by Mary Vineyard

   "Touch my wound," you say.
   Trembling with dread,
   I stretch out my hand.
   I fall inside you,
   and universes open in me.
   I see that your wound
   is my own, is everyone's
   and it is limitless.
   Yet you wrap yourself around it
   so tenderly.
   You become the shore
   of that restless ocean.
   I am too small to understand,
   but I say, "My Lord, my God."
   I am weeping in relief.
   This is all the faith I have,
   and all I need.

---Mary Vineyard Lubec, Maine