Haiku for the
shepherdless
They came back to
him,
eager, full of their
stories,
telling what they
did.
We all need a break,
let’s find a
deserted place,
away from the
crowds.
They went in a boat,
trying to get clean
away;
didn’t really
work.
They watched them
leaving
made haste on foot,
got there first
to welcome the boat.
They were a great
mob,
like sheep without a
shepherd.
His heart ached for
them.
And so he taught
them
many things. Then he
fed them;
meeting their
hunger.
And then they sailed
on,
landed at
Gennesaret;
still more people
came.
Wherever he went,
from across the
whole region,
they came to be
healed.
He came among them
with the prospect of
freedom,
a promise of hope.
©
Ken Rookes 2018
