Haiku for the
faithful
You must be
ready!
He tells his friends
a story,
as is his practice.
Ten bridesmaids with
lamps
go out to greet the
bridegroom;
a flaming escort.
The neighbourhood
girls
invite themselves to
the feast
with dancing and
song.
The bridegroom is
late.
The maids rest their
heads and sleep.
The lamps keep
burning.
The shout at
midnight:
Here he is! Come to
meet him!
Bridesmaids trim
their lamps.
Five have brought
spare oil.
The other five
entreat them:
Give us some of
yours!
There won’t be
enough.
Make haste and rouse
the dealers;
buy oil for
yourselves.
They return, their
lamps
recharged and
burning brightly.
The rest have gone
in.
The door has been
shut.
Lord, lord, let us
in! they cry.
Sorry, you’re too
late!
Set your sights
upon
the kingdom,
Jesus told them,
make yourselves
ready.
©
Ken Rookes 2017
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