After Luke 24:13-35
I was on the road,
walking, when they
caught up with me,
walking as well
to Emmaus. They
talked excitedly
among themselves,
and I asked them
what had been
happening. They
were shocked that
anyone wouldn’t
know, because it
was the only thing
to talk about in
Jerusalem. The road
was dusty; small
clouds of dirt
followed our feet
and the feet of others,
as I listened to them
tell me of the life
and death and life
of the one they
loved, the one who
first loved them.
And I smiled.
Photograph by Alberto Barbarisi via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Out of the Ash – poem by William Everson at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
A Last Beatitude – poem by Malcolm Guite.
Child’s Laughter – poem by Jane Schulert at Society of Classical Poets.
How to Make a Poetry Mandala – Tweetspeak Poetry.
The Untold Stories of Gazans – Joseph Braude at The Free Press.
This is exquisitely beautiful, Glynn. Thank you for blessing us with your words!
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