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