What to say;
I use words to hold on.
We know something is wrong, maybe even everything;
And this assumes we know
Or have some idea of
Scripture calls it Sabbath:
When all is right with the world, we can rest.
For now, we wait.
It’s a lonely business
Or at least, that’s how I find it.
Fear drives me into isolation
Even in the best of times.
Christ my only hope in life and death.
What a thing to say, to hold on to.
How can I be strong enough to grasp
This God that I cannot touch.
Thomas touched your hands and side.
He was afraid and unsure.
We give him grief for this,
But you, you just met him there.
In his weakness you drew close.
I think maybe I am afraid and unsure too.
O Lord here I am;
Be near to me.