When John heard in prison

Haiku of enquiry

 

We missed you, Baptist;

your amusing desert rants

made us think again.

The authorities

were less amused; took offense,

waited for their chance.

If you'd stopped and thought

you might have backed off, instead

you're locked in prison.

So you sent your mates

to find out what's happening.

They seek out Jesus.

They ask: are you he,

the one we are expecting,

or do we still wait?

Open up your eyes,

what do you see, and hear,

as you look about?

The blind see again,

lepers are being made clean,

the lame are walking.

And as for the poor,

they're hearing the good news

with joy and with hope.

Go, tell the prophet

that God's kingdom has come near.

Tell him: be at peace.

© Ken Rookes 2016