Haiku
of recognition
A
couple of hours
to
Emmaus; much talking
trying
to make sense.
Two
friends, followers;
their
hopes had been swept away
when
their master died.
The
stranger caught up.
What
are you talking about
as
you walk the road?
How
come you don’t know;
where
have you been these days past?
The
fear and turmoil.
We
had been hoping
that
he might be God’s promised;
and
then he was killed.
Three
days have now passed.
Some
women went to the tomb;
his
body was gone.
It’s
got us flummoxed;
we
don’t know what to believe;
not
sure what to think.
It
isn’t so hard.
What
do the prophets tell us?
The
Christ must suffer.
Starting
with Moses,
and
picking up the prophets,
he
explained it all.
When
they reached their house
it
was getting dark. Stay here;
spend
the night with us.
At
table that night
he
blessed the bread and broke it.
They
recognised him.
Then
he disappeared.
They
were amazed, rejoicing.
Did
not our hearts burn?
© Ken
Rookes 2018
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