Thomas II
Did anyone ever ask Thomas? No one ever asked where I had been. When the women had brought the message of his Resurrection, I had followed after the others. Seeing Peter confused - as ever- and John struck dumb for once, I prayed with all my heart for it to be true. The women said we had to go back to the Galilee but Peter was still rooted in indecision. There was no sign of us leaving the stale darkness of the upper room. Their words felt like dream memories. Hopes of another world - we were stuck in this one. I couldn't bear it. The others swore that they had seen the Lord, but where was the light? Where was his energy, his joy, his understanding? Where was he? If it was true then why weren't we going to Galilee? I had said that we should come to die with him. It feels as though I have. My only refuge is the place where Mary had watched. Bundled into the low branches of the olive tree, wrapped still in the acrid scent of despair, I took the night watch on the ...