funny how they stick
across time, through history
amusing or cruel, justified or not
simply a given, no choice, **** it up
Judas the Betrayer, Doubting Thomas
true I wasn't there at that first meeting
him shiny and new, risen from the dead
they had their chance to see, to touch
know the truth of it for themselves
we'd all seen him dead and buried
they'd needed to be sure he's alive
why should it be different for me
yet asking earned the nickname
they'd have had their questions
just the same if they'd missed
but that moniker stuck fast
it's how you remember me
those many centuries later
doubter, not certainty seeker
yet that was not my story's end
not once I'd got my head straight
no sir, places to go, people to tell
"go", he said, "into all the world"
so I did, took him at his word
travelled all the way to India
telling folk about Jesus, his
life, death AND resurrection
not letting up till the day I died
Doubting Thomas they call me
let facts speak for themselves
discover who he made me
go beyond the nickname
if you tell my story


Second Sunday of Easter
27th April 2025
following John 20.19-35