Now that same day, two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. The were talking with each other about everything that had happened.
The two on the walk to Emmaus
Despondent, deprived, desolate, forlorn
Until the third partner joins, and three,
Not a crowd, but comfort welcomed
With words that work to lift veil forever
Though not seen until bread breaks
Revelation in scene and sight
Transforms beyond any hope imagined
Their hope lives here in us forever.