Haiku for a coming.
Comfort my people.
Yes, we could use some comfort.
We feel lost, afraid.
Tell Jerusalem,
in words of tenderness, her
punishment is past.
A voice is crying:
In the wilderness prepare
the way; the Lord comes.
Mountains are levelled,
uneven ground is made smooth,
as are the rough roads.
The Lord is coming,
the day of glory draws near;
we all will see it.
A voice says Cry out!
People are withering grass
and fading flowers.
When God breathes on them
the grass withers, flowers fade;
only God’s word lasts.
Shout out loud, boldly,
Jerusalem. Do not fear.
Say, Here is your God!
The tidings are good.
Tell Judah, God comes in love;
he is our reward.
He will feed his flock
like a shepherd, gathering
the lambs in his arms.
© Ken Rookes 2023
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