Cleopas, His Friends, and the Stranger with Disappearing Powers
“and he vanished” ~ Luke 24
The day was ending. Evening was about
To settle in. They asked a man to stay
And eat with them. The twilight suffered rout
Because he raised his hands. Dark leapt away.
They saw that darkness, evening, twilight died,
Or, rather, they had died a perfect death
The other dawn. In silence all were gride
To perfect see-through light from perfect breath
That spoke to them beyond the tomb. He raised
His hands and dark was sucked to nothing in
His scars. Those hands and palms and scars were blazed
With something blighting even every darkest sin.
Cleopas, left with nothing he could see,
Unblind, discerned transparent jubilee.
~ Phillip Whidden