THE JOURNEY TO EMMAUSWe had hoped!What dreams we had!Now,scattered like the dustunder our feetkicked up,coating our feetour cloaks,blown into the wind.We trudge homeslumpedinto the depthof our souls,muddied thoughts and imagesspung and fadedinto melancholy regret.And yet this strangerbrings comfort,with a flowof wordsimages and teachingsfrom our past.Now we are backWhere we began.Stay awhileEat with us.And thenThe familiar gesture,Bread brokenShared!Our eyes were openedOur hearts burstWith joyAnd we knew Him!
the morning was a tomb muffled
in pre-dawn silence when
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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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