The Slow Dawning Part 4: The Emmaus Walk (Easter Day)
Day ending, night on its way, they walk,
Hearts thick with the talk of the days before,
Of expectation reversed and destroyed,
Disappointment turned to confusion,
To rumours and gossip of empty tombs.
A stranger walks beside them, asking for news.
Yet he knows the story from its genesis
And shows them snakes crushed by heels
And mountains where death is destroyed,
While their hearts burn slowly within them.
The Consolations of Writing 