Afterward.(Poem)

 
 Afterward 
 
   An earthquake jolts aside the stone; 
   The tomb is empty. An unknown 
 
   Informant says "He is not here." 
   And so we have to go from there. 
 
   The highway to Emmaus leads 
   No farther than where hearsay breeds; 
 
   Outside the room where Thomas doubts 
   Others doubt also. Touch that routs 
 
   Such unbelief, if within reach 
   Of all of us, might have us each 
 
   Believer. To distrust the hand 
   Thrust in the side is to demand 
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