Are you a Thomas?

It's been so long since last I posted! I've had quite a few post ideas bouncing around in my head, but I decided to put them on hold last night. I was reading a very good book, and the author of the book quoted a poem by Kate McIlhagga. It's so simple, but I cried every time I read it (which was probably about four or five times).  I could offer some commentary on this poem, but I think I'd rather let it speak for itself.

Put your hands, Thomas, on the crawling head of a child

imprisoned in a cot in Romania.

Place your finger, Thomas, on the list of those

who have disappeared in Chile.

Stroke the cheek, Thomas, of the little girl sold in

prostitution in Thailand.

Touch, Thomas, the gaping wounds of my world.