‘Did not our hearts burn within us,’
As You talked on the road,
On our pilgrimage, Santiago to Jerusalem?
Then You gave us messages, Lord,
Lessons and stories with ambiguous ends
That we puzzled over all the roads back
So it seems like Your word, Lord,
Moves, rolling down the roads,
As we talk and share and wonder.
The talk of loaves, and story of wine,
The sheep pasturing street hills
And the workers who carry their load
Half a day with us to town,
Our hearts, Lord, always on fire for You.