Monday, August 8, 2022

Unproductive vines

 Haiku of failed privilege


A model vineyard.

Fertile, cleared of stones, wine-vat;

all ready to go.


Planted with choice vines,

the vintage is guaranteed!

But the grapes are wild.


What more, questions God,

could I have done for my vineyard?

I shall destroy it!


It shall be devoured,

broken down, trampled; given

over to the thorns.


An allegory!

The vineyard is Israel

and Judah’s people.


God looked for justice,

from his privileged people;

saw only bloodshed


Seeking righteousness,

God heard only anguished cries

from those cast aside.


We, who are priv'leged,

do we build justice, truth, hope;

are we serving love?


© Ken Rookes 2022


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