I slowly walked the road to Emmaus myself.
A long silent battle with disillusionment.
Not a helpful friend in sight.
Dusty was the road.
Abandonment clung like crusted sweat.
Then a voice in the blur before me
Spoke.
My heart was strangely warmed.
Eating, listening
I understood.
His Radiance transformed me.
Zest renewed.
Retraced steps to where I began.
New vision. New Hope.