A short poem inspired by variou reflections on the Emmaus Road story in today's gospel reading from the Lectionary which also inspired today's #EasterArt post "Walking to Emmaus" by Fritz von Uhle, together with other reading and thinking I have been doing about intentional communities, the life of John Wesley and the importance of place.
Where is your Nazareth? Your Epworth?
Your place of anonymous unanimity?
"Sure we knew his father.”
The place where nothing good comes from.
Rugged hill country or low-lying swamp land.
The place that you must leave to thrive
But which never leaves you
Thankfully.
Where is your Emmaus? Your Aldersgate Street?
The road towards which you walk reluctantly,
Confused and dejected,
But the place from which you return
Heart-warmed and excited.
A place of rest and refreshment
But never repose
Contentedly.
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