He seems to stare sadly at Thomas strangely absent in the picture yet vitally aware of the resurrected Christ loosely draped in blue. In the pale light of encounter His eyes search for a response piercing unfathomable depths a tangle of thoughts swaying in hesitation. A face full of sympathy and untold understanding speaks in silence feeling the force of loving presence. Jesus’ wounded, stretched hand invites him who cries out in divine recognition “My Lord, and my God.” Drenched in compassion He looks straight ahead and a tide of shame washes over me for I too am riddled with doubt. Captured again and again by a forgiving love I choke in the shadows, for belief is a process and part of me has fallen asleep. Truth rushes in the middle of my fragmented thought, as the artist of life tenderly touches my landscape and the words stumble out in awe “My God, and my All!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Visio Divina (holy looking) of Andrei Mironov’s painting “The Unbelief of St. Thomas