In West Kilbride about 100 of us began Easter Sunday walking up to our highest point, Law Hill, for a short celebration led by the parish church. Post-Easter, we expect to walk with the risen Lord, like Cleopas and his companion.
Every Sabbath they’d heard the age-old story
Many times the rabbi had read from Isaiah
Maybe this year, with great pomp and furore
Armies would arise, led by the Messiah.
Unwary, on the road, they encountered dirty glory
Suddenly the travellers’ hearts were set afire.
Religious routine rarely reaps reward,
Only through relationship can our walk begin
And when you first felt the presence of the risen Lord
Didn’t your heart strangely burn within?