Come to me

Haiku of homecoming

This generation.

Never seen the like before.

Never will again.

They call each other,

the children, young but knowing;

When will you respond?

You can dance with me

or weep mournfully with John;

listen, hear and act.

Come, join in the dance,

accept the invitation,

dine upon God’s word.

The wise will not see.

Love’s mysteries are too hard;

need to be a child.

By the Father’s grace

he grasps heavenly precepts,

shares them with his friends.

You who are anxious,

who struggle with life’s burdens;

come, journey with me.

My yoke is easy.

Gentle, I am, and humble;

I will give you rest.

© Ken Rookes 2017