Poem #14 for National Poetry Month. Inspired by Mike Purdy’s sermon today at Bethany Presbyterian Church, 1818 Queen Anne Ave. N. in Seattle, WA. The first five lines are directly phrases that stood out to me from this sermon. There was one earlier on in the sermon I wish I’d jotted down as it was very poetic. I’ll have to keep working on this one, maybe even listen to the sermon again because it feels like there is much more that I’m missing in this one.

The Emmaus Road Well-Traveled

Training our hearts

Our loving God listens

Every day moments

Deeply and passionately loved

We belong to Him

We are His

He walks behind, beside, and before us

He listens as we rage

Not noticing him gently pull ahead

To walk up a stone filled slight incline

Until we try with all our strength

Not to slip on pebbles

Rolling beneath our feet

My hand flies up

A shock of need

Grasping for some sort of balance

Waving at the person I thought was with me

Right there beside me or behind

I’m almost bloodied on the jagged rocks

I can see it coming

In my final gasp,

I am caught with a strong grasp

Above me pulling me up that rugged hill

He and I met face to face