thanks to Bob Carlton for this:
Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your answer.
[Someone was telling me yesterday that doubt is in the lectionary at the moment… I need to think more about the language of doubt. I don’t recognise myself at all in the story of Thomas (though it’s a great story!). I’m not at all convinced by the Being of God, but calling that doubt then defines believing in the being of God as the rightful default position…]