Haiku for the weary
Gaze at creation,
the prophet-poet declares;
behold God’s wonder!
From earth’s foundations
the evidence has been there
for the Lord’s glory.
God who stretches out
the heavens like a curtain
makes kings seem as nought.
Like new plantings, sown,
taking root; God breathes on them.
They wither to dust.
None can equal God.
Look at the stars, how they shine;
God made, named each one.
O people of God,
surely you know that nothing
is hid from God’s eyes.
God is eternal,
beyond our comprehension;
the unsearchable.
God upholds the faint
and strengthens the powerless;
never grows weary.
Even youths will faint
and grow weary; and the young
will fall, exhausted.
Those who trust in God
shall rise on wings, like eagles,
They will not tire.
© Ken Rookes 2024
