by Lane | Easter, Poetry
This piece was first written as a poem nearly fifteen years ago, born out of a quiet meditation on the road to Emmaus and the mysterious ache of hearts set ablaze. At the time, it held more wonder than understanding—an attempt to name what it feels like to encounter...
by Lane | Poetry
What we didn’t know was that our hearts would burn within us, just like their hearts burned when The Fire Spoke on the road. Emmaus-bound, so they thought, yet really, like us, they were bound to The Consuming One. The Word, Made Flesh, newly spoken, Remade by His...
