On The Road To Emmaüs

               "Radiance that wakes the stone    
​              Become Spark!"

If my heart grieves
It is for the loss of light’s bright ways.
Emptiness beckons always,
Offering the illusion of itself,
Pounding at being, scraping away at faith,
Nurturing the myth that each of us stands alone.  
Radiance that wakes the stone
Become Spark!
Strike the hardened heart.
Admit dream’s reach once again.
To see by eyes not mine alone,
And hear with ears attuned to Heaven’s chorus,
To feel with a heart that has travelled the heavy road 
​Yet dance still to the lightness of being.