Haiku of the Passion (Mark)

 

Haiku of the Passion (Mark)

They plotted his death

Wait ‘til the festival’s passed,

avoid a riot.

Bethany’s perfume

poured out over Jesus’ head.

Anticipation.

Why was it not sold

for the poor? She has done this

ahead of my death.

The passover meal.

This is my body, broken;

my blood spilt for you.

Even must I die

I will not desert you, Lord.

Is that so, Peter?

In Gethsemane,

three disciples, asked to watch.

Weariness prevails.

Can’t you stay awake?

Your spirits may be willing,

but your flesh is weak.

He is arrested,

and led away to be tried.

They all run from him.

The verdict: guilty

of blasphemy. The sentence:

inevitable.

His fate is confirmed

by Pilate, he is beaten,

mocked, led out to die.

Lifted on a cross.

The mob mentality rules;

the mocking persists.

The sign above reads,

This is the king of the Jews.

He cries out, and dies.

© Ken Rookes 2024

Nearing the finish

Haiku of goodbye

Nearing the finish

Jesus dines at Bethany

with his dearest friends.

They make him welcome;

Martha, Lazarus, Mary.

A fellowship meal.

A pound of pure nard,

costly perfume; Mary spills

it over his feet.

Fragrance fills the air.

Mary touches feet with love,

wipes them with her hair.

There are objections.

This perfume could have been sold;

money for the poor!

Jesus agrees, It

could have been sold for the poor;

but it’s not wasted.

A gift for my death,

my burial. It comes soon;

do not chastise her.

The poor will remain

to test your loving. But I

won’t always be here.

© Ken Rookes

But what of the Poor?

Haiku of poured-out love

Ah, Lord Jesus,

how to show my love for you,

what to make it real?

The very costly

ointment of nard spills over

his face and his hair

Splashed with abandon

in a profound act of love.

A perfumed present.

Loving is costly.

Effort, commitment, struggle;

also many tears.

But what of the poor?

Yes, of course, we all must spend

love upon them, too.

This woman has done

something beautiful for me;

for my burial.

Will I love this way,

with my naked heart exposed,

accepting the pain?

© Ken Rookes 2020

Posting for Palm Sunday, Narrative Lectionary;  Mark's version of the Anointing at Bethany

Bethany friends

Haiku of love

His Bethany friends

make him most welcome; again.

Jesus is grateful.

Brother Lazarus

reclined at table with him

Martha is serving.

Mary! Ah, Mary.

What are you about to do

to demonstrate love?

Mary comes, bringing

a pound of costly perfume;

pours it on his feet.

The fragrance lingers,

along with indignation:

What outrageous waste!

Such extravagance

and squander! T’was better sold

and spent on the poor.

Returning her love,

Jesus speaks to defend her;

She has done no wrong!

This beautiful gift,

images her love for me;

soon I will be gone.

The poor will remain

to provide new occasions

to demonstrate love.

Gather what remains,

save it for my burial;

it comes soon enough.

© Ken Rookes 2019

Martha and Mary

Four Haiku

Martha and Mary

once had Jesus to dinner.

They made him welcome.

In the kitchen's heat

Martha worked hard, worrying;

all must be perfect.

Mary, listening,

sits at Jesus' feet, eager,

dining on his words.

Jesus loves them both;

but, called upon, says Mary

made the better choice.

© Ken Rookes 2016

In Bethany: a haiku sequence

Dinner for Jesus

in Bethany with his friends.

The end approaches.

Martha is serving,

Lazarus sits with Jesus,

Mary is Mary.

Mary takes perfume,

pure nard, big and costly;

pours on Jesus' feet.

Feet are wiped with hair;

the house is filled with fragrance,

devotion and tears.

Here, too, is outrage.

“A years wages are wasted;

what about the poor?”

The poor need our help,

and so much more. Loving acts

demonstrate love's truth.

“My death approaches;

the anointing is timely.

Let her be,” he says.

Mary's wasteful gift

is received with gratitude

by one who knows love.

© Ken Rookes 2016

Leave her alone

I wrote this a few years ago, and made the video last year. I am reposting it in the hope that people might find it useful this lenten season. I think the poem is one of my best. The video can be viewed here.

Leave her alone



An action unexpected,
a pouring seeming haste,
a moment for a spilling
of recklessness and waste.
A gesture for defying
the frugal and the wise;
a splash of beauty’s perfume
bringing tears to the eyes.
The jar of alabaster
holding ointment thick and sweet,
its suffering and death
spilled over tired feet.
With crying and with touching,
love’s cavernous caresses
embrace the teacher’s weary heart,
and, wiping with her tresses,
in devotion spends herself
with carelessness and weeping;
the man is strangely grateful
and grasps the loving deeply.


Things there are, so beautiful
they can’t be bought or traded;
with wasteful generosity
the vision’s never faded.
And beauty is an odd thing,
not understood by all;
and loving, even stranger,
for those who miss her call.
Some simply fail to comprehend
and good souls take offence;
the teacher talks once more of love
and speaks to make defence:
The poor are always present
to test your loving’s power;
this gift she has created here
is precious to this hour.
Our time on earth is given,
one day we’ll all be gone;
my burial is waiting now:
Let be, leave her alone.


© Ken Rookes

And wiped them with her hair

Mary of Bethany,
sister of Martha the industrious
and Lazarus the once dead.
How she loved him,
yearning in silence
having determined to be content
with the sound of his words
uttered in company.
He was unlike any other.
Had convention permitted,
she would gladly have left her siblings
to join his itinerant band; perhaps then
she might steal a few minutes of him
for herself. Was that being selfish?
Never fully understanding herself
and driven by something deeper than desire
she resolved to claim her few minutes
Flouting convention, common-sense
and good manners, Mary went in to her beloved
where he sat at the table,
taking a bottle of fragrant perfume
along with her heart.
The former she poured with extravagance
over her beloved’s feet.
With her hair, her hands.
and the same breaking heart
she wiped her beloved’s feet,
and wept for love.

© Ken Rookes

Jesus anointed at Bethany, by Donald Krause.

Leave her alone

An exploration in poetry and art.
I hope you find it useful.
Let me know what you think.
ken@kenrookes.com.au

reputed tomb of lazarus

Located in the former village of Bethany, the town is now known as El-Lazariyah - Arabic for "Place of Lazarus."