An Enigmatic peripatetic 
walking along the road, 
He has come to seek what is pathetic 
his story needs to be told. 

Traversing on the road to Emmaus, 
Unknown yet, oddly known;
He speaks of love, to Trav’lers like us
He’s welcomed to their home.

He broke the Bread, and their eyes were opened,
Then vanished from their sight;
Their hearts were burning when scripture was spoken,
They will not sleep tonight.

An enigmatic peripatetic
has come into our church;
He looks not like us — he seems pathetic,
Many are left in a lurch.

What do we do — this odd-looking fellow,
has come seeking some rest;
quick find the pastor, they surely will know
how we can serve him best.

Peripatetics, are we all — bent necked
Travellers and mourners;
When will we learn that we’re all pathetic,
Enigmatic sojourners.