He Came

He came

stepping from wave to wave

defying Archimedes,

and the laws of gravity,

at least according to the story.

This, of course, is a sticking point

for many in our sceptical scientific age,

including me.

“Come,” says the journeying man.

“Come to me,

come with me.

Together we shall travel

to the shadowed places;

where despair is deep, fears imprison,

and worries and concerns threaten to overwhelm.

We shall whisper hope,

touch with love and life,

and bring to birth the peace

for which our weeping planet yearns.

And should the waves rise to engulf us,

and should the primeval chaos

reassert itself to swallow us up,

then we shall sink together;

embracing death

and finding fulfilment.”

© Ken Rookes 2014

Hunger

Hunger

There’s no escaping a hungry crowd.

Even in deserted places there will be no hiding;

they find him.

To be fair, in our story, it was the disciples

who articulated the need for food.

Maybe the crowd has already

had its metaphorical hunger

satisfied.

Jesus fed me once.

I was hungry; for something

I couldn’t even name.

A spiritual something, an answer,

perhaps, to my bewilderment,

my anger,

my uncertainty.

At least, I think it was Jesus.

Dining on his story

I caught glimpses of hope,

along with tracings of grace.

These intimations

proved food enough to satisfy,

and in time, to value

both the uncertainty

and the anger.

© Ken Rookes 2014.