Oh we of faltering faith,
how we yearn for the certainties
others proudly proclaim.
We are cousins of Thomas,
needing to plunge a finger in the scar.

Does it take great faith to overcome
such doubt or will a small amount
suffice to make a garment fit for wings?
Deeply sorry for sins of commission,
fearing even more of omission,
are we destined for ashes?

Might there be a carriage house
behind Your many mansions,
or maybe just a stable where one
of lesser rank can await re-creation?
There was One born in such a place
and made it holy.


Elaine Parker Akin
Revised 3/4/20