Birh Pangs

Haiku for a new order

Leaving the temple

the disciples were impressed;

like country cousins.

How big the stones are,

and look at the large buildings!

Nothing like back home!

Don’t be overawed!

These buildings, too are passing;

all will be thrown down.

The old religion

has failed. It will pass away.

Just like the temple.

When will these things be,

what will be the sign? they asked

when they were alone.

Don’t be led astray.

Mind my words, don’t trust any

who say, “I am he!”

You will hear of wars,

and strife among the nations;

do not be alarmed.

There will be famines

and natural disasters;

keep trusting in me.

These are the birth pangs

of God’s kingdom ruled by love;

it will surely come.

Old religion still

holds so many in its sway.

Let’s open our eyes!

© Ken Rookes 2018