Emmaus

Haiku for an uncertain journey

For a few hours

Emmaus was the centre

of the universe.

Might as well go home,

the two said to eachother.

They had no idea.

An empty journey

devoid of joy, without hope.

Unanswered questions.

Friday's agonies,

Saturday's devastations;

now Sunday's stories.

How shall we believe,

what is left for us to hope,

when will we be healed?

The stranger asks them,

What are you talking about;

what troubles your hearts?

He speaks patiently,

arranging jig-saw pieces

to make the picture.

The falling darkness

leads to an invitation;

he is urged to stay.

The stranger takes bread,

breaks, and passes it around.

Their eyes are opened.

© Ken Rookes 2017