Haiku for
gardeners
He goes to the lake,
finds a boat beached
on the shore.
The crowd waits,
eager.
What word will they
hear;
what deep message
awaits them?
He tells them
stories.
Calls them parables;
he wants to get them
thinking,
pondering kingdom.
A sower went out
to plant; eager and
with hope.
He cast seed widely.
What might it
produce?
That, friends, is
the mystery;
depends where it
lands.
The path and its
birds,
shallow soil on
rocky ground,
or the thorns that
choke.
There is good soil,
too.
The disciples are
puzzled;
What does it all
mean?
The seed is good
news,
the gospel of the
kingdom.
Not all receive it.
Some seed finds good
soil;
hearts that are open
to love.
These will bear much
fruit.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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