Poem April 9, 1977 Issue

THE WAY TO EMMAUS

Emily A. Swinnerton

Oh, my heart burned within me
on the way to Emmaus.

(It was in fact
between here and the grocery store.)

He came right through the closed door of my heart
as though it were open—
or not even there!

He spread out the map and circled Emmaus
right there
in my heart.

Then... he came between
my lesser sense of self and that higher sense
that is truly me.
We communed together.

Then he disappeared!
leaving behind him—
but ahead of me—
footprints of love to follow in
as far
as the eye
could see.

Emily A. Swinnerton

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