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Monday, April 12, 2021

Maire Liberace - Two Poems

THE JOURNEY TO EMMAUS 

We had hoped! 
What dreams we had! 
Now, 
scattered like the dust 
under our feet 
kicked up, 
coating our feet 
our cloaks, 
blown into the wind. 

We trudge home 
slumped 
into the depth 
 of our souls, 
muddied thoughts and images 
spung and faded 
into melancholy regret. 

 And yet this stranger 
brings comfort, 
with a flow 
of words 
images and teachings 
from our past. 

 Now we are back 
 Where we began. 
Stay awhile 
Eat with us. 
And then 
The familiar gesture, 
Bread broken 
Shared! 
 Our eyes were opened 
Our hearts burst 
With joy 
And we knew Him!





“AND ON THE THIRD DAY...” 

the morning was a tomb muffled 
in pre-dawn silence when t
he women scurried through 
the narrow streets 
feeling the cold damp cling 
like unshed tears 
cloaks billowed black on black 
ships rocking at loose anchor 
after raging storms 

 their feet padded soft and rapid 
they clung to shadowed houses 
red stone dark as the dark night 
that bound them in 
the smell of spice and oil shrouded 
their movement up the wooded hill 
incensed the stumbled ascent 
over gnarled roots 
the grasp of low -hung branches 

the first pearl rim of dawn 
circled the horizon as they 
reached the cleared field 
tumbled with rocks 
wary their eyes searched 
through the mist gauzed 
over the gaping hole 
fear softly quivered 
its arrows and held bodies 
still as startled deer 
caught in the light 
of a rising sun that pierced 
the air suddenly filled 
with bursting perfume 
and awakened birdsong

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