The stranger breaks bread

After Luke 24:13-35 

He sits with us, to eat;

we recline at table,

the bread and wine

set before us. We talk,

and then we see him,

the stranger, the guest,

perform the duties

of host, taking the bread

and breaking it for us.

The scales fall from

our eyes, and we see.

This was no stranger,

no odd fellow we’d

met on the road and 

invited to eat with us.

This was the one

who broke the bread

for us mere days

before, the one who

died.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

On Paintings by Hunt and Millais: Two Ekphrastic Poems – James Tweedie at Society of Classical Poets. 

 

The Table of the Lord – Nathan Eshelman at Gentle Reformation. 

 

Why So Many Rural Churches? – Charles Cotherman at Plough Quarterly.

 

Three Years Later: What I Miss Most – Tim Challies.

I was on the road

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.

 

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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. 

The stranger on the road

After Luke 24:13-35 

They walked along the road,

talking of all that had passed,

when a stranger came along,

asking them of what they

talked. Amazed that anyone

wouldn’t have heard, they

told him of the arrest, 

the trial, the beatings,

the execution, the burial,

the body’s disappearance,

the report that the executed

man lived. Walking alongside

them, he listened, offering no

comment. He agreed to join

them at table and eat, and as

they sat, he broke bread, not

unlike the last time he’d

broken bread with them,

and suddenly they know. 

Their eyes opened,

and they knew.

 

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Some Sunday Readings

 

Suffering and Solace: Edgar Allan Poe’s Catholic Imagination – LuElla D’Amico at Church Life Journal.

 

Goodnight Crow – poem by Megan Willome at Everyday Poems.

 

The Definitive Guide to Christian Denominations – Steven Wedgeworth at Logos.

 

The Ten Most Beautiful Symphonies – Stephen Klugewicz at The Imaginative Conservative.

 

I See the Hostages in My Children’s Faces – Nani Beraha at The Free Press.