Needing to be baptised

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