Haiku for those who sink.
He sent them ahead
by boat, to the other side.
The crowd was dismissed
Seeking solitude,
he ascended the mountain
to pray and reflect.
Out upon the lake
his friends battled wind and waves,
a long way from home.
In this strange story
he came ghost-like at morning,
caused them much alarm.
The reports tell us
that he walked across the lake.
Fear not! It is I!
Stranger still, a man
steps from the boat to join him;
does all right; at first.
Beginning to sink,
he cries in fear: Lord, save me!
Jesus takes his hand.
Is this an image
of baptism, of drowning
and rising to life?
Like the little boat
we are battered by the waves,
far from land and hope.
The waves engulf us;
We are fearful and we doubt.
Jesus, take our hand!
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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