Portents in the skies

Haiku for the watchful

Let the walls crumble!

The temple no longer serves;

welcome the new thing!

Portents in the skies.

How we love to speculate,

what does it all mean?

Don’t be led astray.

Test their claims; do they measure

up to love’s standard?

Coming in the clouds!

Expectations have worn thin

in two millennia.

Is it really near?

Is the Son of Man coming

to end history?

These understandings

from two thousand years ago;

are we bound by them?

Everything passes.

His words remain to give life,

calling us to love.

Be watchful with love.

Be eager in your serving.

This is faithfulness.

Midnight or cockcrow

or at dawn, it matters not

if love is your guide.

© Ken Rookes 2020

Some haiku for teh Narrative lectionary, Lent 5