Poem January 19, 1952 Issue

THE ROAD TO EMMAUS

Kathryn Paulson

He walked with us as close and dear
As friend would walk with friend;
The burning, glowing words he spoke
We still could comprehend.

That he should be unknown to us
Seems almost past belief.
How could we see him through the tears
Of seeming loss and grief?

We knew him not until he broke
The bread of love, and then
Our eyes were opened to behold
The Christ, or Truth, again.

There is no road, however dark,
That we must walk alone,
God's loving presence goes with us.
Companioning His own.

Kathryn Paulson

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