Road to Emmaus

Who is this stranger whointerrupts our sad musingswith lively gait, his words makeimpassioned palettes of the lawand the prophets, suffusing the greybleakness of these past dayswith lights and shades we neverknew existed? On the roadNow at twilight, we thoughtthat distance might helpclear the dark hues that fillour minds, that cloudour places of gathering.They were warm and humid,and locked tight