Ever thought of Thomas’s twin
Where doors are shut in the upper room
The twins, faith and doubt
Of science’s fact, of faith’s trust
How the one leaps into the mystery of the other
How I trust the one, deny the other
But one is the mirror of the other
Who is the twin I see in the mirror
It is the Christ, the becalmed Self
Hands of my sister, side of my brother
Bob Commin