Emmaus

They left in haste; the loaf still stands
Innocent, calm among the cups
– As a hurled stone might on the sands
Whose passing churned the waters up –
Because the stranger, as he supped
Had blessed it with his broken hands.

 

tRuth 92

 

I wrote this years and years ago, but I still like it: the one strong image of a stone sploshing into deep water, making a splash in more ways than one.