So you are a king? A group of Haiku.

Nazareth's native

handed over for judgement:

an unlikely king.

The foreign ruler,

intrigued, probes with his questions,

but gets no answers.

He asks, Are you king?

The charge is laid against you;

what, then, have you done?

Where is your kingdom?

You won't find it around here.

Then again; perhaps.

Try looking harder,

opening your heart, your mind;

God's reign has come near

For this I was born,

for truth I came among you;

listen to my voice.

So you are a king?

The question hangs in the air;

each one must answer.

© Ken.Rookes 2015

 and a short subsequent poem that takes us a couple of verses  beyond the RCL reading.

If he fell over it

For two thousand years

Pilate has been asking:

What is truth?

Like most people of wealth and power

he wouldn't recognise truth if he fell over it,

or if it stood before him.

© Ken.Rookes 2015