I can’t quite believe that I’ve never quoted anything from Thomas Lynch, poet and funeral director. This extract is from “Calling” and is one of my favorites.
Belief is easy when God speaks to us.
The ordinary silence—there’s the thing—
The soul-consuming quiet, the heavens’ hush
That sets even the pious wondering.
Lord spare us all, we doubting Thomases,
Who, even with a trembling finger in
The wound, still ask aloud, “My Lord? My God?”
Ever curious, too inquisitive.
You can read the entire poem here.