My Road To Emmaus

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.

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