What a Difference a Week Makes

TRANSITION FOR THOMAS

How could you and why?

like I wasn’t already low enough

you prank

kick me lower

like I wasn’t lonely enough

you pinch me off in isolation

I wasn’t here with you, okay!

so you concoct this absurd tale?

rub dirt into my grief?

How could you?

I reject your game

I will not believe!

Peace?

Who said that?

He stands with us

His pierced hands and gaping side

pierce me, peer right through me

His injuries soothe me

His voice closes my lips

Eyes silence my soul

His words invite verifying touch

His presence beckons belief

My Lord and my God!

-David Price, April 2021