Haiku
of discovery
Like a mustard seed,
small,
seeming of no account;
yet
it surprises.
Like
yeast mixed for bread,
lost
in the flour’s abundance;
transforming
presence.
Like
treasure hidden
in
a field and forgotten;
a
most welcome find.
Like
a collector
who
searches for a lifetime,
chancing on the prize.
When you find your pearl
nothing else really matters;
you must possess it.
So with the kingdom,
this way of being, of life
abundant and true.
When we were children
they told us of these things; now
they have become real.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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