Haiku of vindication
The Lord God gave me
a teacher’s tongue, to speak words
to bless the weary.
Every morning
God wakes me, opens my ear
to learn the Lord’s ways.
I obey the Lord,
never turning back, always
looking towards God.
When they struck me, spat
upon me and pulled my beard,
I stood and took it.
The Lord is my strength,
I have set my face like flint,
I will not be shamed.
God vindicates me,
who will accuse me? Come on,
I’m ready for you!
God is my helper.
My accusers are nothing;
like moth-worn garments.
© Ken Rookes 2023
