Monday, October 10, 2022

The days are coming

 Haiku of promise


The days are coming.

Ominous words for these times

of uncertainty.


The days are coming

warmer atmosphere, extreme

weather, suffering.


The days are coming.

What's this? The gloomy prophet

bringing words of hope?


I'll watch over them,

says the Lord. 'Twill be a time

to build and to plant.


Say no more: Parents

ate sour grapes, their children's

teeth are set on edge.


Those who have done wrong

will pay the price for their sins,

and nobody else.


The days are coming

when the Lord makes a new deal,

a new covenant.


The Lord's gracious law

will be written in their hearts;

I will put it there.


The days are coming

when I'll really be their God;

they'll be my people.


Forgiven and freed,

my people will live truly.

The days are coming.


© Ken Rookes 2022

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