Haiku for causing offence.
They spoke well of
him.
impressed by the
things he said,
gracious, filled
with hope.
Local boy makes
good!
We remember Joseph’s
son;
yes, he’s one of
us!
He can’t let it
rest.
I’m not who you
think I am,
won’t be who
you want.
There are no home
town
prophets. Their
honour is found
in other places.
Elijah went not
to help Israel’s
widows,
but one in Sidon.
Prophet Elisha
cleansed the
Syrian leper;
none from Israel.
I’m no longer
yours.
Other folk will
find more faith,
receive the
blessings.
In the synagogue
the people rise up
with rage
at the things he
said
They would have
killed him,
thrown him down from
the cliff top,
but they changed
their minds.
©
Ken Rookes 2019
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