Haiku for
beginners
When he was ready
he travelled from
Galilee,
south, to the
Jordan.
There he came to
John
with a baptism
request.
John was reluctant.
You ask this of me,
I should be baptised
by you;
the Baptist
demurred.
Let it be so now,
Jesus answered. It's
proper
and right to do
this.
The river beckoned.
He sank beneath its
surface,
finding his calling.
Emerging once more
from the darkness
into light;
fills his lungs with
life.
The white dove flies
low,
with heaven's voice
whispering:
this, then, is my
son.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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