The wounded beauty of His hands

"And their eyes were opened and they recognized him; and he vanished out of their sight" (Luke 24:31).

A few days ago a friend sent along a brief but intriguing poem by a Father O'Donnell, C.S.C., titled "The Knew Him In the Breaking of the Bread," that asks a question well worth pondering in these after we have heard the account of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus:

They knew Him in the breaking of the Bread.

Was’t by the accompanying word He said.

Which faith, though faltering, understands,

Or by the wounded beauty of His hands?