He is risen …

 

Emmaus

And it came to pass, whilst he was at table with them, he took bread, and blessed, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him: and he vanished out of their sight. 

He appeared to us that day to disappear 

The moment that he broke the bread,

A moment still encompassing our lives,

Drawing to itself, like a magnet at once

Minute and infinitely strong, our present,

Past and future, so that the choking dust

Along the road, the splinters on the benches

At the inn, the glare and scorching of the sun 

That afternoon have shaped and shaded

Every moment ever since. He disappeared

Into the moment, into the bread, into us,

Nourishing time with its absence.