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
all that 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 once again
in Galilee.