Luke 24:13-35

Jerusalem behind, dark road before,
With only words to soothe the searing pain.
Imagined reign once craved shall be no more;
This trek a journey back to the mundane.
Wordy women, angel visions, empty
Tomb site, missing body, these signs all fail
To pierce bantered murky verbiage; see–
Sadly downcast eyes, hear–sighing exhale.
But from behind a voice cries out, “Shalom!”
Stern rebuke, ancient prophecy foretold
The One, while hearts burn on the road to home
Where bread is broke and open eyes behold.
Of empty Emmaus chatter repent–
He is alive! The Christ. The Infinite.