TITLE: Emmaus Road
By Doug Jenkins
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The road, as always, wore a dusty cloak—
but not so much that it should cloud my eyes;
and yet I didn’t recognize who spoke
to me and my companion as the skies
began to change from blue to purplish gloam.
Amazement captured us as miles went by—
the knowledge he possessed could fill a tome;
and though our hearts burned hot, my friend and I
were quick to not discern the voice of God,
which three years taught us walking in the flesh-
a flesh of clay— just like the path we trod;
the way immortal with mere mortal meshed
that day, as sunlight disappeared in night,
and we broke bread to realize all was right.
© D. Allen Jenkins
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