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Listening this Sunday morning about the story of the two travellers heading toward Emmaus, those words burned with me. That led to these words. I hope they, in turn, allow your hearts to burn with thoughts about Him who first loved us.

Note: I’ve had the Haiku form on my mind lately because it’s so simple yet powerful. It’s been a timely challenge for me to keep practicing arranging words creatively, but in small, manageable chunks despite the current chaos of life. I’ve been reminded, once again, that anything worth doing is worth doing small, so you may yet see more haikus from me (or a series of haikus, like this).

Two men, walking home
Emmaus-bound, trodding slow
Leaving behind hope

Their words kicked up dust
Then a familiar stranger
Asked some old questions

Death, tombs, hope deferred…
Did he not know, had not heard?
Hearts were sick, not saved

This stranger thought not
Step by step, He traced the past
Scriptures soaked in hope

As the day darkened
They invited Him inside
He broke bread with them

Their eyes were unsealed!
With fresh hope, spirits unbound
This man was Jesus

At that, He vanished
Their hearts burned within their chests
Now hearing His words

They knew, Spirits bright
Where to go, what light to share
For Hope was yet here

June 1st, 2025