WHERE WE ARE WHEN WE STRAY
For Pastor Cheryl and Reverend Joe
O The road to Emmaus is dusty and long.
We walk upon it to ponder what’s wrong.
It feels so very comfy to keep laying blame.
It keeps us conceding our own dead flame;
Thus no longer need to ponder His words of love.
We believe we’re no longer liable to heaven above.
So won’t let our ears, our eyes, and our hearts
Send us to God and the love he imparts.
Abruptly: snapping of fingers and words we now hear!
Our eyes open to see. And our tongues spurt out fear.
Quick! give him advice, tell him what to do.
Once again, our listening falls through.
Patient Lord! Patient Son!
Our road’s journey has just begun.
Our tongues stop drizzling
As our brains begin sizzling.
Our tears start to appear.
And, startled, we begin to hear:
“I’ve forgiven you, child
Your sins are quite mild.”