Doubting Tomas

What is "doubt"? A portal to another dimension,
A glimpse of possibility, a window to centrifugal vacuity,
Where the soul reaches for it's destined acuity,
Blood splattered over our eyes creates the blindfold
We cherish, but behind this excecation,
We unknowingly perish, as the sun's relentless light
Attempts at our illumination,
While the symbols of the story take full control
By man's elation of power and glory.
A single life like many others, churning passion in vastness
Of time and space, leaving untold grace in coveted remains,
A fugitive of justice, the pages turn and we read of nothing but pain,
But Tomas, the one who doubted, protector of the dark,
He calls to us in humbleness, revealing a lone and ugly spark
Of inspiration, intrepidation guides this auric feild,
How will we uncover and bring these truths to light,
And at the same time, sheild
Those whose journey, yet blessed with awareness
Fumble in the night, desperately grappling,
The fantasia's wispy seduction lures their innocence
Into a selfish plight.

Just a man like any other, a brother,
Fugitive of justice in his day,
Trying to get his message to us,
Light years away.


It says, "The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."


11:43 AM 4/21/2013 ©




Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the gospels of Saint Thomas

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Starward's picture

You have real talent

This is a much better interpretation of that Gospel than provided by the scholars I have read.  They go to the dry facts of the words; you go to the living spirit.


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I'm glad it resonated with

I'm glad it resonated with you. I'm not a religious person at all as far as dogma goes. I was raised Catholic but do not follow that religion, yet I do keep open minded about all I learned and follow my heart with what spirit guides me towards best I can. Thank you for reading this piece. I find he Nag Hammadi pretty special...well, now I do. 10 years from now..who knows? Lol. Still I do find it full of mind opening information.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "