Sunday, April 26, 2015

Not Because I Doubted

Not Because I Doubted

Though hidden beneath layers

worn thin and well tucked;

Hidden in the open spaces, bared

to the winds of history, the contortions of mystery;


the invitation was everywhere in you--

voice, whisker, shuffle, silence,

the defiant parry of blue from your eye:


Put your finger here, reach out your hand,

lay your knowing, lay your compassion,

upon my wounds.


Not because I doubted, rather

because we needed one another

to understand what it means

to hope in the Resurrection.


Kimberly M. King, rscj