A Poem

I'd heard these words, heard them told,
Heard them from the "teachers of the Law."
I was misled, my eyes were blind,
And that is why I never saw
The truth of the matter. Until today.
He walked with us, along the road
Seemingly oblivious to our recent tragedy.
We had to live through it all over again
Just to explain it all.
Explain it? Is that what we did?
There is no way to explain how the hope of
A hundred generations can just
Fade away. Like wilting leaves.
Like ashes.
What we thought He was supposed to be,
Came to nothing.
Why did it have to end like that?
But it did have to end like that.
He said that to us.
But I never heard the Scripture
like that before.
Did not our hearts burn within us?
He was our guest.
He was OUR guest.
And yet…
HE broke the bread and blessed it.
There is no way to explain how the hope of
A hundred generations can just
Come alive. Like spring leaves.
Like fire.