Haiku of promise.
His name was John
He pointed to light;
shining,
challenging the
dark.
Down beside the
creek
he spoke of
revolution.
People sought him
out.
A man sent from God.
The leaders came to
see him:
Who the heck are
you?
If you’re not the
Christ
are you Elijah; are
you
some other prophet?
I am a loud voice,
lonely, crying in
the dark:
Make straight the
Lord’s path.
Why do you baptise;
you are not the
Messiah?
No, but he is here.
I’m using water,
he who comes will do
much more;
wait, watch and see!
©
Ken Rookes 2017.
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