This is part of an Easter sequence of poems which began with "Homeless", continued with "The Garden", and now addresses an experience of awakening.
The Road
Weary, walking on the road,
Hill and valley, rocks and dust
We bear such a heavy load
Hard times indeed to trust
Meeting a stranger on the way
Share the pain, grief, sorrow
As dusk enfolds a waning day
Heavy burden to the morrow
The town is distant but in sight
Dragging footsteps as if lame
Walking in sunset’s fading light
Yet his speech relights our flame
Joy returns to our broken hearts
And breaking bread, he now departs
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