Doubting Thomas Poem

Doubting Thomas Poem
These things did Thomas hold for real
  the warmth of blood, the chill of steel
the grain of wood, the heft of stone
  the last frail twitch of blood and bone
His brittle certainties denied
  that one could live when one had died
until his fingers read like Braille
  the markings of the spear and nail
May we, O God, by grace believe
  and, in believing, still receive
the Christ who held His raw palms out
  and beckoned Thoma...