Showing posts with label be still. Show all posts
Showing posts with label be still. Show all posts

Monday, June 18, 2018

Even the wind and the sea

Haiku for the storm-tossed.

When evening came
they took the boat, crossed over
to the other side.

Left the crowd behind,
looking for a brief respite.
Other boats came too.

In the stern, weary,
on a cushion, tired eyes;
Jesus falls asleep.

The wind is rising,
grows into a roaring gale;
waves are crashing in.

Fearful, they wake him.
Teacher, are you not concerned?
We could all be drowned!

Rebuking the wind
and commanding wild sea
he speaks: Peace! Be Still!

The wind dies away
and the waves cease their crashing;
Why are you afraid?

Why are you afraid​?
We’ve travelled far together;
have you still no faith?

Who, they ask, is this;
the wind is at his command,
the sea obeys him.

Words for the faithful
when all seems out of control:
Be at peace! Be still!

© Ken Rookes 2018

Monday, June 18, 2012

Peace! Be Still!




Without the benefit of radar rain mapping
or Doppler wind display,
Jesus, known among the faithful
as Son of the great Creator-Parent,
manages to deal with the storm.
First century gospel writers
had no hesitation in promoting
the miracle-working capacities of their Lord;
evidence, as it was, of his status as an equal
within the Godhead.
Hey, storm-subduing Jesus,
orderer of waves
and director of the wind,
we could use a few miracles, too!
How about sending some rain down here;
you know that we need it.
And while you’re at it
there are a few other storms
that could do with some divine intervention.
The blizzards of relationships, frozen,
bitter and unforgiven;
swirling tornados of fear and certainty
catching up all in their path;
the burning maelstroms of greed and accumulation,
always hungry for more;
cyclones of despair that build large and wild
to eliminate hope;
the thunderous lightning that deafens, blinds
and denies that which is true and good;
squalls and tempests that accuse and abuse,
causing damage difficult to repair;
and the destructive hurricanes
released by rampant egos
lusting unrelentingly for power.

Speak the word, Jesus!

© Ken Rookes 2012

The expectation

Haiku responding to 1 Thes 4:13-18 The expectation was that the Lord would return during their lifetimes Brothers and sisters  have died. Ch...