Haiku for those
who dare to hope
He came, touched by
God,
sharing human pain
and death;
brushing us with
love.
The aching sadness.
He's gone, along
with our hopes.
Can life endure
death?
The promise of life,
our hearts strong
with excitement,
crashing to the
earth.
We weep for
ourselves
as we shed our tears
for him;
lifeless in the
tomb.
Is anything left
from the storehouse
of his life?
Was it for nothing?
A few words remain
from his wisdom and
stories;
let us remember.
Surely not the end!
Darkness, hatred and
fear
must never prevail.
Dawn's radiant light
confronts insistent
darkness;
will it overcome?
We have heard
rumours,
we want to believe
they're true,
that somehow he
lives.
Go on, look within
for the resurrection
glow;
incandescent love.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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