the road to Emmaus

On the way to Where?

The disciples were on their way to Emmaus,

Jesus had told them to stay in Jerusalem.

They were inclined to do otherwise.

Somewhere they needed to be;

for a good purpose, surely.

Today:

"I have misplaced your instruction God, I am

going this way; come along with me, ... please."

Sometimes:

I wonder why He does not support me more, talk plainly ?

As I meander through life? Listening to good music / praises for Me.

Reaching for this or that pretty light, "Why did I get burned?

Why did HE not warn Me?"

Searching for joy (candy shop). "IS that

a quiet whisper behind me?"

I hold thoughts of "worthwhile" goals !

"I could do So much, help so many IF only.... "

No plank in My eyes, surely not Me Lord.

Is it I Lord?

I trip on some one's need / I share my excess on a whim.

Eager to be on My good way.

I receive gratitude, and a TRUTH.

My soul awakens a bit / reminds me:

"Many have entertained Angels without knowing ... "

Another voice, soft as leaf on the breeze:

"You are going the wrong Way."

I turn, listen hard,

take a step...

Trees in The Garden

Two Trees In the Garden

I lived in splendor
All was made for me,
But I had to Know,
So I ate from One Tree.

Loving kindness
pushed me away.
No Tree of Life,
In sin to stay.

My choice made
Now incomplete.
For joy, and life,
I must compete.

Eons of toil,
pain for my friend.
Love told me,
It would end.

HE came bleeding,
From Garden past
Fruit on Other Tree,
I might Live at last.

Love mortally wounded,
By rejection so callow,
HE walked The Way
For me to follow.

Rick