Jerusalm to Emmaus

What morbid confusion!
The sorrow of life's ambition:
executed.
The hopelessness of purpose:
crucified...
with even the resolve of a grave:
taken away.
Nothing to do now, but
kick stones on dusty paths
and wander...

How can you not know
the tragedy of innocent death,
how are you not grieving
for this diseased world
has killed truth,
and we are but dismembered limbs.

...

No!
You are staring at hope
through hopeless eyes,
WHEN WILL YOU SEE?
He HAD to choose to endure
and not be spared
the bitterness of every dying breath,
he HAD to choose
the un-walkable route
paving it with his blood,
illuminating it with his
enduring life.
He alone provides a hope
that is more final than death.

...

And with this fire within us
evaporating the vast
waters of bitter loss
There is nothing to do but
tell others,
rejoice with our brothers
and follow the path that he laid,
for all else is meaningless,
and a chasing after the wind.

What candescent joy!
In the revealing of his enduring life
and coherent salvation
that could not be extinguished
in the most hopeless persecution
and painful execution
and his life is our purpose,
and his life 
has defeated death.


Written early April 2012.
Luke 24:13-35

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