Haiku of the journey
He had kept the law,
this man who wanted to live
the life eternal.
Jesus looks with love.
One thing you lack. Sell the lot,
give it to the poor.
For your poverty,
treasure in heaven. The cost
proves to be too great.
How hard for the rich
to enter God’s realm. Camels
squeezing through needles!
Relax, he wasn’t
talking to us. Just this man!
We can keep our stuff.
We who have comfort,
warm, with three meals; perhaps we
are among the rich.
Who, then, can be saved?
For mortals, not possible,
but God can do it.
What you leave behind
to follow, you will receive
back a hundredfold.
In the age to come
all will be reversed. The first
are last; the last, first.
© Ken Rookes 2021
