Monday, June 14, 2021

The storm

Haiku of stillness


After a long day

telling stories, parables,

Jesus needs a break.


Suggests a boat trip.

Let us cross the lake; we can

leave the crowd behind.


He slept in the stern

as winds gathered force, and waves

beat against the boat.


They woke him. Teacher,

don’t you care that we perish?

He spoke: Peace, be still!


Rebuking the wind

and commanding the sea, he

speaks, and all is calm.


Why are you afraid?

He asked them. Where is your faith?

They were filled with awe.


Who, they ask, is this?

When our boat is being swamped

he brings us order.


Speak your word of peace

into my turmoil, Jesus;

let my waves be stilled.


© Ken Rookes 2021

Monday, June 7, 2021

Growth

 

Haiku of the kingdom


Agricultural

metaphors abound: seeds, growth

and much fruitfulness.


Here is the kingdom;

seed is scattered on the ground,

grows in ways unseen.


How does the seed grow?

Who can understand? Who cares,

we’ll still harvest it!


Again, the kingdom

is like a mustard seed; small,

but great potential!


A home for the birds;

a great outcome for this seed,

small and unacclaimed.


Parables sneak up,

catching hearers by surprise;

life-giving wisdom.


Great story-telling

Jesus! Drawing us in, and

disturbing our thoughts!


© Ken Rookes 2021

The storm

Haiku of stillness After a long day telling stories, parables, Jesus needs a break. Suggests a boat trip. Let us cross the lake; ...