When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?”  Luke 24:30-32 (NRSV)

Sometimes we have our own Road to Emmaus experiences, where the Lord is walking with us and we don’t even recognize him. For the disciples on this particular road trip, the recognition came in the breaking of the bread. One of the most profound of these moments, for me, happened while playing a game of funny faces with my autistic son. The recognition of Jesus’ presence came through my son’s eyes. I wrote a poem, “Emmaus Eyes,” about that experience:

Emmaus Eyes

Finished with our game

of funny faces

Joel cups my face

between his palms

An offering of praise

Thirteen going on three

his childlike eyes

arrest my gaze

burn with new intelligence

Search me

Know me

Forgive me

Love me

Remembered words drop

like pebbles

in the pond of our play

The foolish

shall shame the wise

Funny chipmunk face

his favorite

startles meditation

My heart ignites 

(FIrst photo: Fontaine Selby)

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