Their eyes were opened and they recognised him.
But he had vanished from their sight.
Our eyes too are aswim.
We, doubt , we believe, then gone is his light.
I woke agin in the night.
But this time he was not walking beside me .
Not recognising our common plight.
His presence we cannot hear or see.
And then we go to Eucharist.
And as the bread is broken.
We can no longer resist .
This is real , no mere token.
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So we are walking
A stranger walks beside us
We ask who is he
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See Luke 24 : 13-35