Monday, October 3, 2022

Blessings upon Babylon

Haiku of reality


This is long-term, folks;

time for humiliation,

time for reflection.


They were in exile

in Babylon. The prophet

wrote them a letter.


It brought muted hope.

Make the most of it, he said.

You'll be there a while.


Work hard, build houses

to live in. And plant gardens;

eat what they produce.


Marry, have children,

give your daughters in marriage,

take wives for your sons.


Prosper and do well,

seek the city's welfare, pray

for them, your captors.


Bless your enemies.

your well-being stems from theirs;

thus God blesses you.


© Ken Rookes 2022 

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