Wounds poetry Let me be like Thomas that I would say, I have felt his wounds. Put your finger here, see my hands. He has awakened me from the dead. Reach out our hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...