Sunday, August 16, 2015

Difficult Words Haiku


Eat my flesh, he says,
as if it’s a normal thing;
this deep mystery.


Living forever;
the reward for believers.
Is there something more?


The spirit makes life,
he told those who would listen.
The flesh, conversely.


His difficult words
drove many away. Not me;
there is no other.


The fisherman spoke
for us all. Your words are life:
where else can we go?



© Ken Rookes 2015

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