Haiku for a succession
The aging prophet,
Elijah, was on the move;
Gilgal to Bethal.
He told Elisha,
Wait here. No, said his junior,
I will not leave you.
The local prophets
announce: This day your master
will depart! I know.
The action repeats.
Bethel, Jericho and Jordan;
they all have a go.
Rolling his mantle
Elijah struck the water.
The Jordan parted.
The old prophet asked
Elisha, Make a request
before I depart.
A double portion
of your spirit! That my friend
is quite a big ask.
If you can see me
as I am taken from you,
it will be granted.
Chariot, horses
of fire separated them;
and then the whirlwind.
Father, my father!
he cried, as the old prophet
ascended on high.
© Ken Rookes 2024
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