We are always somewhere on the road to Emmaus,
heads bowed against the sting of wind-whipped sand.
Concerned with making miles before the end of day
we do not always hear the summons sent to us.
What does it mean to realize resurrection from the dead?
The answer is never clear and the road makes
so many twists and turns through Gaza, Guatemala,
Colombia, Rwanda, Israel and Sudan.
All we really know is that we must follow where it leads
and only stop to make repairs along the way
until we meet again...in Galilee.