Haiku for
lawbreakers
The Sabbath
cornfields
see his disciples
breaking
the Sabbath work
laws.
Plucking heads of
grain:
harvesting,
threshing, working!
All against the law.
The Sabbath, he
said,
was given for
humankind
not the opposite.
Jesus sits loosely
with the letter of
the law;
he is ruled by love.
In the synagogue
the man with a
withered hand:
will Jesus heal him?
Shall Sabbath
prevail
and circumvent the
healing?
No. He will choose
love.
What does the law
say,
on the Sabbath,
to do good,
or should we do
harm?
They will not
answer.
Their hearts are
hard, unable
to find compassion.
The mean and
heartless
do not like being
exposed.
The plotting begins.
©
Ken Rookes 2018
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