Haiku for the
storm-tossed.
When evening came
they took the boat,
crossed over
to the other side.
Left the crowd
behind,
looking for a brief
respite.
Other boats came
too.
In the stern, weary,
on a cushion, tired
eyes;
Jesus falls asleep.
The wind is rising,
grows into a roaring
gale;
waves are crashing
in.
Fearful, they wake
him.
Teacher, are you not
concerned?
We could all be
drowned!
Rebuking the wind
and commanding wild
sea
he speaks: Peace! Be
Still!
The wind dies away
and the waves cease
their crashing;
Why are you afraid?
Why are you afraid?
We’ve travelled
far together;
have you still no
faith?
Who, they ask, is
this;
the wind is at his
command,
the sea obeys him.
Words for the
faithful
when all seems out
of control:
Be at peace! Be
still!
©
Ken Rookes 2018
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