"We sometimes think God could
never forgive us...
but he does, no matter what.
He brings us back to life."
Father's word shook my heart
and I wanted to hold myself
like a beaten child who keeps
herself from light.
I saw you staring at me from
across the choir loft.
Silences scream. I knew you
were remembering the Friday
I called you, confessing that
I feel like an unforgivable
soul.
I took your breath away with
sadness;
you said, "that's not true.
God has and will always
forgive you, I promise."
Why is it so easy to talk to
God, and you, yet doubt
so much?
I am Thomas - knowing
you have risen for me but
wanting to see the evidence,
the tangible evidence of a
selfless love.
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Written 4/12/15 @ 2:44 PM
*The Father here is referring to the Catholic priest of my parish. A homily (or sermon) is Father's reflection on the Gospel.
*Thomas is in reference to Doubting Thomas, the Disciple who asked to see Jesus' wounds in order to believe he had risen.
