beautiful poem as we approach this Sunday's gospel

Beautiful poem as we approach this Sunday's gospel.

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Road to Emmaus

by Edward Keyes


Under the paschal skies the weight of dead hopes

lay heavy. Only the wan light of rumour

flickered fitfully. But who heeds women's tales

fashioned of drams, losing the fact in the dream?

The stranger was an irritant, dropping questions

upon their mournful musings


till he spoke again.

Old embalmed sayings broke from their cerements.

Hints and prophesies thrust quivering into the present

with heart-warming life. The past was now.

They walked through time on that Easter afternoon,

yet somehow time was in the stranger, soon to be

no stranger.


They knew him in the breaking of the bread.