The Incredulity of Saint Thomas

It began with a tree and a garden in the palm of an ardent Creator, who gifted the world salvation, before man had recognized his fall. Beauty among us. Truth before us. And in a moment, paradise lost. Until the hour, when upon a cross made of uprooted garden, He became the atonement for our…

From Clock:

For whom do I thank for this blessing, of hands that keep time in this place? If not for my make, then my maker, who fashioned the folds on my face? For whom do I thank for this blessing, of a tick on which some measures rest, when in counting the minutes to seconds time…