We Have Seen You
Now a week later his disciples were again inside
and Thomas was with them.
Jesus came, although the doors were locked,
and stood in their midst and said, “Peace be with you.”
Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands,
and bring your hand and put it into my side,
and do not be unbelieving, but believe.”
Thomas answered and said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Jesus said to him, “Have you come to believe because you have seen me?
Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”
--John 20:19-31
You bless the ones who have not seen, who missed the spear’s edge cutting clean between the ribs, nor heard the keen of women at your cross, but who believe you even so and blindly follow where you go, who were not there and cannot know or reckon up the loss. But we have seen you, risen Lord, have seen the one we most adored led out to slaughter, riven, gored upon the gallows-tree, and, oh, we see you suffer still as Cain picks up a stone to kill and Isaac lies upon a hill nowhere near Calvary. Poor Abel dies afresh each day, and wolves rise up, the lambs to slay. Have mercy on us, Lord, we pray who see and so believe: The world does what it always does, and you will daily suffer thus. What blessing can there be for us who see, and seeing, grieve? Oh, let there be some mercy left for those who see your body cleft as we are hanging here for theft— O Savior, hear our prayer! Show us your wounded hands and side and offer us a place to hide. The narrow doorway open wide and let us shelter there! Amen.



Love this rhyme scheme.
Beautiful poem, superb reminders of our presence in the story.