Haiku for
desperate people
On the other side
of the lake, a crowd
gathered;,
eager for his word.
A desperate dad,
synagogue leader
Jairus,
fell at Jesus’
feet.
Begs for his
daughter,
She’s dying, come
and touch her
with your healing
hands.
A woman is there,
bleeding, unclean
for twelve years;
doctors have not
helped.
She comes quietly,
feeling shame at her
illness;
touches his
clothing.
Immediately
her flow of blood
ends. What joy!
she knows she is
healed.
He somehow feels it,
asks who it was who
touched him
as the crowd
presses.
In fear and
trembling
she falls before
him. Daughter,
be healed, go in
peace.
He has been delayed;
reports are brought
of the girl.
No point in coming.
She’s not dead, he
says,
just sleeping. They
scoff and laugh.
He goes to the
house.
He takes the girls
hand,
(She was all of twelve
years old),
Little girl, get up!
What wonder is this?
He speaks and his
words bring life;
this is the gospel!
©
Ken Rookes 2018
