Inspired by Ms. Cowman, I've been thinking about the Christian walk and how it relates to the Emmaus Road experience of those first two disciples and to me personally. The result of my mediation is my own original poem entitled The Emmaus Road for obvious reasons. I wrote it in a formal rhyming couplet pattern with a syllable 12-13-12-13 design. I was originally thinking of the power of the numbers 12 and 13: 12 for the original disciples and 13 for the disciples plus Jesus. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
The Emmaus Road
by Sharon Aubrey © 2018
Lord, we walk in blindness on the Emmaus Road,
Emotionally wounded, our hearts a heavy load,
Confused we move forward, each step a precious ache;
Life’s journey moves us forward, for no one it will wait.
We walk towards a city, our destination clear,
But first we travel valleys with frustrations and fear.
Our path winds onward, up steep temptations and strife,
Then trudges slowly, the beaten tracks of daily life.
We see a rest stop, where we pause to be refreshed,
A glimpse of truth is given; we gain a second breath;
The road along the heights of victories we walk,
Exploring bits and pieces, of puzzles we do talk.
Drawing near to the house, we turn to ask you in
Humbly you entered, as one without burden.
The meal satisfied more than body by the bread,
For breaking it we saw you had risen from the dead.
Our hearts filled with great joy, we hurried to our feet
Returning to the former path, we walked down the street.
No more are hills and valleys, no more heavy loads,
For Christ was among us on the Emmaus Road.
Our path is now made strait, from a perspective change,
A shift into the Spirit, temporal things are strange.
A secret we will carry deep within our hearts,
Our Savior is alive; nothing can keep us apart.
His love an endless spring from which we draw supply,
His eternal Spirit now dwelling with us inside.
Our joy unspeakable, no worldly man can take,
Our mouths proclaim His glory, not even Hell can shake.
Bold with every step, we walk the road unafraid
Looking for other sheep that have turn aside or strayed.
The Good News we proclaim to all who will but hear,
Jesus Christ the risen Lord calls all of us come near.
Come to Him for salvation, forgiveness of sin;
Don’t delay! The God of Love is welcoming you in.
Nothing you have ever done or could ever do
Is stronger than the precious blood of Christ shed for you!
© 2018, Sharon Aubrey
by Hannah Coddingham 1916
O’ tired heart,
Not you or I,
Who reached out hands for gifts,
That wise love most deny;
We blunder where we fain would do our best.
Until a-weary then we cry, “Do Thou the rest.”
And in His hands the tangled threads we place
Of our poor, blind wearing, with a shamed face –
All trust of ours He sacredly will keep,
So tried heart – God knows – go thou to work or sleep.
O’ tired heart,
Where we but guess,
Of unknown future years,
Their joys or bitterness.
For us are finite, limited, enfurled
His vision in its sweep reaches from world to world
Our hidden, complex selves, His eye doth see,
And with exceeding tenderness, weighs equally.
O wisdom, infinite! O love never can o’erwhelm!
Rest, tried heart – God knows, give unto Him the helm.
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