Haiku of succession
Succession planning
is a challenge. Elijah
somehow managed it.
I will not leave you
Elisha declared, when his
master’s time drew near.
Gilgal to Bethel,
then to the Jordan they went,
inseparable.
What would you have me
do for you? A double share
of your spirit, please.
As they walked and talked
a chariot descended,
fiery, between them.
Elijah ascends
in the whirlwind, Elisha
calls out: My Father!
Elisha takes up
the fallen mantle, also
the prophet’s worries.
© Ken Rookes 2002
I'm focusing on the Old Testament for a while. For a gospel response, check the archives for a similar time in 2013, 2016 or 2019
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