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To Emmaus
He lived, they saw, they followed He died, they feared, they burrowed He lived, they heard He lived, they saw, but burrowed Or left: despair the venom Seeping into the herd The women gave a new testament The dead man Heaven sent Was dead no more. The apostles gave same testament He lived and died…
Going up
Higher he soars, the one who calls us to more Eyes stare, the clouds do pirouettes A silhouette against the advancing sky Some cry distraught at it happening again: What’s to gain if the Master disappears? Memories of the first mass Bread broken, wine shared Hope poured out, on sandy stone On a hill gasping…
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