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looking back

it was clear

like so many things

when you know what to look for

but not in the moment

in the moment it was shameful

no other way to see it

no other way to understand

the horror

they had just gotten it wrong

how wrong and how so wrong

was the tear stained

fear stained conversation

on the long road home

first he then she

gave voice to heartbreak

heart break

hopes dashed

no future imaginable

now that the future imagined

lay buried

shared sorrow bound them to each other

in way deeper than

marriage

stuck in the collision of what

they had hoped would happen

with what actually happened

unable to consider

what might happen

now…

Tear blind weary blind heart blind

they did not recognize the

familiar stranger

whose greeting was

grating

salt in a wound

“What are you talking about?”

“What things?”

So…

they told Him His story

fascinated He seemed not to know it

as they did

Foolish! Slow of heart!

with laughter to ease the sting

of words more true

than they imagined possible

and the long walk home

became a

long walk Home

as He told them His story

fascinated that they seemed not to know it

the suffering was necessary

it was the entrance to glory

long journey home too short

heart warmed hospitality

And, in the bread breaking… known.

Then… laughter echoing as

Bread thumped on the table

He was…

Gone?

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