by Pavel Chichikov
Jesus' wounds are windows –
Look
Since doubting Thomas only felt
Look through the left palm
There you see
Betrayal, rage and misery
Look through the right palm
There you spy
Punishment and eye for eye
Look through the left foot
There extends
Poverty that never ends
Look through the right foot
As through glass
Another's anguish comes to pass
Now injustice may appear
That from His rib
Gushed on the spear
The risen Jesus let him touch
Though doubting Thomas knew as much
Or should have known
Five apertures through which to peer –
Corruption, greed, indifference
Rage and fear
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