A poem for Easter, although those familiar with Luke will find I’ve taken considerable liberties with the Gospel story.
(c) 2012 Peter Galen MasseyAt Emmaus
I knew I was still a man
When I held the bread.I knew I had suffered,
But I no longer knew
The reasons why.I didn’t think it was sin.
That seemed a way to
Blame a bungled world
On those made for it.I had known
The worship of kings,
The power of miracles,
The scorn of the mighty.
I had known anger and love.But until I was alone in their pain,
I didn’t know what We had done.
