Haiku for a retreat
They have been busy;
the twelve he sent out to share
his life-giving news.
To the wilderness
they retreat, an empty place
where they can rest up.
The lake is their friend!
They sail in their little boat
away from the throng.
He has become known.
Recognition blocks the plan;
the crowds come seeking.
They are shepherd-less,
these sheep. He steps up to teach,
sharing the kingdom.
His fame goes ahead.
In Gennesaret the crowds
see him and gather.
They hope to be healed.
We all do. Come, Lord Jesus;
we, too, are broken.
© Ken Rookes 2021
