The word that brings life

Haiku of wholeness

He couldn’t escape.

The people recognised him;

the word spread, they came.

For the miracles

and the healings they gathered,

pleading, insistent.

Wherever he went

they came for the miracles,

more than for his words.

Jump a year or two,

he is no longer with them,

except in Spirit.

At the Lovely Gate

disciples Peter and John:

the lame man begs alms.

Following their Lord

they speak a healing word, pull

off a miracle.

Walking and leaping,

the healed man sang God’s praises.

They were all amazed.

Better than silver,

more valuable than gold;

God’s word that brings life.

© Ken Rookes 2020

Posted in response to the two bible readings from the Narrative Lectionary for the 3rd Sunday of Easter.

Now that day was a Sabbath

Haiku by the pool.

In Jerusalem

many invalids, blind, lame,

wait beside the pool.

When the water stirs,

according to tradition,

healing is present.

Portico people

hoping for this lottery

to deliver life.

At the Sheep Gate pool

the lame man lies, unable

to enter in time.

Jesus came, asking

Do you want to be made well?

Did he need to ask?

Stand, he told the man,

Take your mat and take a walk.

That is what he did.

It was the Sabbath

when Jesus made the man well;

most reckless of him.

© Ken Rookes 2019