Thomas

I was the doubter, but the others had
Their reservations, too. I spoke my doubts
And he did not condemn. An honest doubt
For him was worth more than a wavering faith
That harbors secret doubts and covers them
With pious platitudes. For me a faith
That dares not question is no faith at all.

And doubt can be the growing end of faith
Sending down deep roots to hold it fast
Against the storms of life. My faith is strong
Because I dared to doubt.

—Ann M. Schultz, Rochester, Minnesota