The Road to Emmaus
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Talking makes it real,
words inadequately describing,
while walking.
No one would guess seeing the two,
that one unseen, a companion
who bent his head and heard,
hidden for a moment to give space,
hidden from their grief.
——
The moment came and he shared their grief,
a friend for the walk who understood,
and gave insight to their weary steps,
broke the bread of his body,
and hid.
