The story doesn’t expressly say, but they appeared to be walking home despondent perhaps, sad certainly, confused or so said by all that had taken place and Mary’s testimony, of the empty tomb Was this the Messiah, the risen savior, the king who rode into the city on a donkey with no army, no claim to the throne, the seat David once sat upon They were walking home A stranger walked up beside them joining them on their short journey unaware of the things, but so knowledgeable about the ancient texts, the law, the prophets able to weave a story of the Messiah with authority, with clarity Coming close to home, they urged him to stay with them longer to join them in the warmth of home In he went with them, accepting their offer Blessing the meal, this honored guest breaking the bread, sharing the cup The savior revealed, and then gone