Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Emmaus
- Trudge down the windy road,
A house without a light,
The chill of empty fires
And soon the lonely night:
A triumph for a day,
The panic of the tomb;
Enigmas cloud the brain,
Sprung from the Upper Room. - Our heavy hearts pick up
A traveller's quickened pace
Who walks a step behind
Hiding his eyes and face:
His words burn deep as fire
Where coldness lay before;
A pattern to explain
A message to restore. - Though we were still downcast
His gentleness was such
We asked him to come in:
We could not offer much
Late on a Sunday night,
Having been so long away;
But he would ease our grief
If he agreed to stay. - He acted like our host,
Giving the wine and bread
And then we understood
The things that He had said:
First in the Upper Room,
Next in the empty tomb,
Then on the open road,
Now in our humble home. - Lord, now that You have gone
Back to Your Father's care,
May we be comforted
As if You were still here:
The light within our home,
Our brother in distress,
Our daily sustenance,
Our guide to happiness.