We met a stranger as
we walked along the road,
our sandaled feet covered
in dust, speaking of what
happened in the city.
He walked with us, silent.
When he spoke, this stranger,
he shocked with ignorance,
then shocked us with knowledge.
When he joined us to eat,
it was the bread he broke,
the bread, the life of bread,
that told us who he was.
He left only the bread.
This poem is submitted to the Warrior Poet Circle hosted by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more poems, please visit Jason’s site.
I’ve recorded the poem for the Voices and Prayers links at A Little Somethin’, hosted by Nancy Rosback. To hear more recorded poems, please visit Nancy's site.
Painting: Road to Emmaus by John Dunne.
We met a stranger by Glynn2
