A kind of blank canvas
When asked for my first recollected images of God, I draw blanks
I have assumptions that it was Sunday School stories and Children’s Bible pictures
But I have no felt recollections, or at least they are buried deep.
Someone suggests it is like the Emmaus Road
Come alongside me on the road.
May others be Jesus to me, so my heart burns within me.
Is it too much to hope that Jesus has been walking alongside me all the way this far?
Help me piece together all the unrecognised wisdom I have gathered.
I long for the big reveal, the moment when I know it’s definitely him.
But does that only come at the end of the road?