Last night I read through journals and found an old poem I wrote back in 2013, also about the Emmaus Road as that part of scripture has oft captured my imagination. I added a few new lines to it as it seemed unfinished. I'll post it underneath tonight's original poem on this page. Thinking of Tommy tonight, this coming June will have been 20 years since he’s been gone. I cannot believe it.
Y? Because He Loves You
If people see him in
my office
They think I must be a
fan
But no, he sits there
Because he was a gift
I came home to him
Sitting on my bed
Smiling up at me
I squealed with glee
Not because of him
But because you had
Thought of me
Given me this
Childish gift
I was a child
A teen but to you
Who was my very much
older brother
And you knew so little
of my taste
Except that I liked
Soft cherubic supercilious
Companions that
covered my bed
This famous mouse
I did not have one
thing
That had his portrait
But I cling to him now
For you are long gone
And he still sits
Reminding me
That you did think
About me enough
To give me something
That would put a smile
on my face
As he whispers how
much
My brother loved me
That is what I think
of
When I see him now
I see you laughing
At this adorable mouse
And how you knew I
would
Love him and you for
Surprising me
By leaving him
As that message
that you loved me too
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The Emmaus Road Well Traveled 4/10/2013
Shadows of the past sung in the present
I hear choirs of field workers
treading the muddy paths
Doves fly near, swooping and swirling
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 as he gently pulls ahead
to walk up the stone-filled pathway
until we try with all our strength
not to slip on stones rolling beneath our feet
My hand flies up and out
grasping for some sort of balance
only to be met by
the strong grasp above me
pulling me up
to stand at the top of that hill
And I offer my hand to you
as we cast our eyes
where we've been
and where we are headed
He waits until we are ready
to move on
hearing his story anew
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