Showing posts with label wilderness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wilderness. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2025

You ain't seen nothing!

Reflecting on Isaiah 43


Haiku of anticipation


The Lord reminds them

of the great and mighty deeds

leading to freedom.


The path through the sea,

the army, the chariots

stranded in the mud.


You ain't seen nothing,

says God; I'm doing something

new. Watch out for it!


In the wilderness

I'm making a way, rivers

flow in the desert.


Wild creatures will sing

my praises; the ostriches

and jackals will drink!


My chosen people

will drink, the people I formed

will declare my praise


© Ken Rookes 2025

Monday, March 4, 2024

Healing and life

Haiku for those who grumble


The people grumbled,

impatient with their progress,

circling Edom.


Why have you brought us

out of Egypt, to die here,

in the wilderness?


No food, no water;

we detest the stuff we eat,

this pitiful food!


God was not impressed,

sending poisonous serpents

to bite the people.


Many people died.

They learned their lesson, saying,

sorry, we have sinned.


Moses prayed to God.

God answered: The serpents stay,

but no one need die.


Mount a bronze serpent,

on a pole. Those bitten shall

look on it and live.


It happened like this:

Those who looked upon the snake

found healing and life.


© Ken Rookes 2024

Monday, December 5, 2022

Joy and singing

Haiku for a blooming desert


When God’s Redeemed come

back to Zion, deserts burst

forth with joy and song.


The celebration;

a measure of God’s glory,

here, with God’s people.


Be strong, do not fear;

your God is here. God will come

and God will save you.


Blind eyes will open

and deaf ears will be unstopped.

The lame leap like deer!


In the wilderness

water will spring up, and streams

flow in the desert.


Life will be God’s gift

in the desert, and among

people ev’ry where.


God will make a way

for the faithful. To a realm

of safety and hope.


The song continues

with God’s people rejoicing

in God’s grace and love.


© Ken Rookes 2022

Monday, November 29, 2021

Prepare

 

haiku of announcement


Located in time

and in space, the arrival

of Baptiser John.


The wilderness voice

of God echoes through John’s head,

compels him to speak.


Turn away from sin!

When they come for his message:

John baptises them


Isaiah wrote it:

A voice shouts in the wild place,

preparing the way.


Earthworks metaphor,

a track is cleared for the one

who brings salvation.


Valleys will be filled

and mountains will be levelled,

the rough ways made smooth.


A big metaphor

for a cosmic happening:

the promised one comes!


© Ken Rookes 2021

Monday, February 15, 2021

Testing Time

Haiku for the start of Lent


Immediately:

baptism to temptation.

Mark gives no details.


In the wilderness,

tempted; forty days, Satan,

wild beasts, and angels.


Satan the tester,

doing what God asks of him;

checking out Jesus.


How was he tested?

Mark has no answers, leaving

us to speculate.


Jesus commences;

he will not be diverted

from his Father’s will.


Comes to Galilee

with God’s message of good news:

The day has arrived!


The kingdom is near,

the age of love is revealed;

believe it and live!


© Ken Rookes 2021


Monday, December 7, 2020

Make straight the way

 

Haiku to clear the Shadows


He was light’s shadow,

pointing to the shining One

in whose glow he stood.


He is not the light,

but he points to one who comes

that we might know life.


Religious leaders

came to listen, questioning,

Are you he who comes?


Not the Messiah,

nor am I Elijah, or

another prophet.


If none of these, then

who are you? I am a voice

from the wild places.


I’m the voice that shouts,

Make straight the way, be ready

for the Lord who comes.


Among you stands one

far greater than me. You will

know him when he comes.


© Ken Rookes 2020

Monday, December 2, 2019

The Baptiser cries

Haiku of expectation

The Baptiser cries
loudly his words to repent,
and weeps in silence.

In his op-shop clothes
of camel hair, leather belt,
catches them off-guard!

Make ready, he says;
things are changing, a new day
is about to dawn.

You privileged ones,
presuming on your birthrights;
produce fruits of love.

No place for smugness
you who think you have arrived;
you must live justly.

Flee the coming wrath;
produce fruits of justice, and
generosity.

One is coming soon,
with greater, more powerful
words of hope and life.

He will bring judgement.
There is really no need; we
bring it on ourselves.


© Ken Rookes 2019

Monday, February 12, 2018

Beginnings

Haiku of commencement

Mark takes up his pen
to write upon the parchment:
Jesus makes a start.

Departs Nazareth,
leaves the family behind.
South to the Jordan.

Finds the Baptiser,
raises his hand, comes on down;
Baptise me too, John.

As he emerges
dripping wet from the water
the Spirit descends.

Does the voice boom loud,
or is it a mere whisper:
My beloved son.

The Spirit takes charge,
drives him into wilderness;
a place for testing.

A time for praying.
Forty days of questioning;
forty days of doubts.

The days pass. He comes,
back to his people, convinced,
now, of his calling.

The time is fulfilled,
God’s kingdom is drawing near.
Good news: trust in it.

© Ken Rookes 2018

Monday, February 27, 2017

Out into the wilderness.
Haiku for considering

The Spirit led him
out into the wilderness.
Time to think and pray.

Fasting forty days,
the pangs gnaw at the belly,
the mind becomes sharp.

The tempter comes by
to clarify the issues
and offer advice.

If you are the one,
the Son that God is sending,
make bread from these stones.

I could use some food.
There's so much more to living;
I'll take the hunger.

Look at the city!
Throw yourself from its towers;
angels will catch you!

It's there in the book,
if you make demands on God
you're missing the point.

Power and riches!
Trust me, you can have it all;
simply worship me.

Enough! says Jesus.
Life is real, becomes worthwhile,
when you're serving God

The tempter decamps,
leaving Jesus by himself
to weigh his options.



© Ken Rookes 2017.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Prepare a path

Haiku of readiness

The Baptiser came;
a voice, calling, defiant.
Preparing a path.

In the wilderness;
broken stones and tangled weeds
of human despair.

Through the wilderness
one is coming to bring hope;
a way must be found.

It is drawing near,
this strange kingdom of light, life
and revolution.

Make yourselves ready,
bring forth the repentance fruits;
grace and compassion.

Through the scrub he comes
with his words of love and life;
most unexpected.


© Ken Rookes 2016

Monday, February 8, 2016

In the wilderness


There must be a thousand temptations,
any dozen of which assail us
in any given twenty-four hour period.
Each one is subtly different,
but when we collect them
and place them under a microscope
we find that they all share the same essential DNA;
that they have all evolved from the one stem.
Power, wealth, comfort,
(I must have that!)
To be left alone to enjoy a peaceful existence,
(somebody else's problem, not mine /
I've done my bit / am I my brother's keeper?)
To be free from pain, suffering
(and therefore to forsake the work of love).
These, and the countless others,
all share in the same evolutionary taxonomy.
One, three or a thousand,
we all face our temptations,
every day.
Like Jesus in his forty-day wilderness struggle,
and through the years that followed.
Every day we face our temptations
and hope, like him,
that we can overcome.

© Ken Rookes 2016

Monday, September 15, 2014

Murmuring and grace

"The people of Israel murmured--and although I find it oddly fun to say murmured--I know from experience it was exasperating for Moses to listen to it. Having been a pastor for 30 years now, I am worn out from murmuring; and I suspect I hear even more of it than Moses, because we have emails, cell phones, Twitter, Facebook, ever expanding venues for murmuring. People ask me sometimes if I might burn out; and if I do, it will be because I heard just one too many trivial complaints about nothing of substance. The Israelites weren't just grousing though. It's downright doubt. They're questioning God; they're rejecting God.
I guess what really annoys me about Exodus 16 is God's response.  The murmuring surges: Would that we had died in Egypt--really? There we had plenty to eat--really? Moses, you brought us out here to kill us!--really? And then the stunner, in verse 4--The Lord said, Behold I will rain...and I find myself hoping the next word will be "fire" or "big boulders, "something to shut up these murmurers. But no, oh no. The Lord said, "Behold I will rain...bread from heaven for you." Bread?!? Murmurers should get discipline, and only those who boldly kept their chin up should get the bread.
I guess this is another one of those bizarre stories of grace, like Jesus' story of the workers in the vineyard who came late in the day and got paid like everybody else or the young son who squandered everything having a party thrown in his honor. Bread for miserable sinners. I guess I've given the murmurers little pieces of bread myself.... I guess as one who murmured about the murmurers, God has rained some bread on me, too.
...St. Francis once visited a hermitage at Monte Casale, where the guardian reported that some thieves had just made off with a stash of bread. Francis said, "I must apprehend them!" So he took off down the road, caught up to them, and revealed he was carrying bread and a bottle of wine. "You must be hungry and thirsty, so here: eat, and drink, and come back to Monte Casale where there's more." The thieves, once they recovered from their shock, came with him, and became friars, friends of Francis and of Christ."
http://day1.org/3155-small_and_white_clean_and_bright

Thursday, March 6, 2014

the powers of this world

In the Gospel story of the temptations, Jesus is engaging the powers of this world--the underbelly of human existence, that is embodied for the purpose of telling the story in the figure of the devil. The powers of this world are the great resistant forces, largely uncontrollable, that hold people hostage, captive to the institutions and systems that carry us along, the forces that drive the spirit of the age promising life but leading to death. The powers of this world seek to render us powerless, before the immensity of the world's problems.
  • These are the powers that say, "No one really wants war, but the bodies keep piling up."
  • That say, "No one really wants homelessness, but we can't seem to do anything about it."
  • That say, "No child needs to die of hunger anywhere, but especially in the wealthiest nation on earth, and yet they do."
  • These are the powers that say, "I am not really living, but simply being driven along by forces beyond my control."
http://day1.org/2694-choose_life

the truth in the wilderness

A truth is always the truth with reference to something. Truth is the radiant manifestation of reality. Not truth but reality is the object of love. To desire truth is to desire contact with a piece of reality. To desire contact with a piece of reality is to love. We desire truth only in order to love in truth. We desire to know the truth about what we love. Instead of talking about love of truth, it would be better to talk about the spirit of truth in love.
-Simone Weil 1909-1943
The Need for Roots
http://www.edgeofenclosure.org/lent1a.html

if you go to the desert

If you therefore go to the desert to be rid of all the dreadful people and all the awful problems in your life, you will be wasting your time. You should go to the desert for a total confrontation with yourself. For one goes to the desert to see more and to see better. One goes to the desert especially to take a closer look at the things and people one would rather not see, to face situations one would rather avoid, to answer questions one would rather forget.
-Alessandro Pronzato
Meditations on the Sand

http://www.edgeofenclosure.org/lent1a.html

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Streams in the desert

Streams in the Desert.

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom… Isa 35:1
Raise your voices, faithful people
as you tread with determination
the kingdom road.
The journey is long and uncertain,
some say foolish,
but it is the way of promise;
with glorious Zion the destination,
and its Lord as our home.
Journey with those whose ears have been unstopped,
that they might hear the songs of the faithful.
Walk with those whose eyes have been opened
to see the surprising defiance of desert blooms.
Travel in company with leg-leaping comrades,
no longer accepting the sad label
that declares them lame.
You shall not lose your way.
Formerly this was a land of despair,
despondently arid and dust dry desert.
Now, with newly opened eyes of faith
we see the joyful springs;
water flowing among green reeds and rushes;
sparkling with life
and filled with hope.

© Ken Rookes

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Crying in the wilderness

Crying in the wilderness,
weeping in the bush;
feeling some of the pain, fear,
despair and disappointment.

The prophets have been silenced;
only their tears remain,
dripping unseen from holy cheeks.

They say the Lord is coming.
Perhaps it is the tears,
the necessary tears,
by which our hearts are prepared.

Weeping in the wilderness,
crying in the bush.

© Ken Rookes 2013

Yes, I know the exegesis is dodgey, but it might hold some truth, anyway.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Christ in the wilderness: The Hen


Stanley Spencer paints like a grounded angel;
his Jesus sprawls upon the earth
as one who is at home in the wilderness
humble. His sad face broods distractedly
over the red hen gathering her precious chicks.
His thoughts will not be contained
within the picture’s frame
At one with creation,
and aware of the complex threads
of interdependence between its creatures,
bird and insect, fox and fowl;
he understands darkly the pain and the dying
that are life’s unavoidable consequence.
When he departs, the hen will be on her own
and her brood vulnerable once more.
Ah, Jesus, you cannot be everywhere;
you will have to allow
‘nature, red in tooth and claw’*
to find her own balance,
and you will have to trust
that those whom you have called
will continue to weepingly reach with love
to Jerusalem’s waiting children,
and all the others.


* In Memoriam A.H.H., a poem by Alfred. Lord Tennyson



© Ken Rookes

Monday, February 11, 2013

Pinnacles


Jerusalem,
always Jerusalem.
Luke takes us there for the third temptation,
his lastt of three. (There will be others).
Offered an alternative path, Jesus refuses.
No surprises here.
He is offered a big, spectacular event
to establish his divine credentials for all time.
It would be in Jerusalem,
with the temple, sacred and glorious,
pressed into service as the setting.
The crowd will gasp, not daring to believe
the evidence of their eyes,
when, from the temple’s pinnacle
a suicidal swallow-dive is arrested, mid-descent
by the proverbial flight of angels
and the man is allowed to float gently to the earth.
But it will not happen;
the temple, and all that it represents,
is being sidelined, it has no future,
as the hungry man determines
that there will be no short-cuts.
Jerusalem, must be patient
as he turns aside from the sensational,
preferring the more humble way
of gentle and generous love;
the journey is just beginning.
In the end
Jerusalem’s demands will be satisfied.
At the time of fulfilment he will be taken
to another high place, and suspended for all to see;
the angels will not save him.
The choice will prove painful, and full of sorrow,
but we are told that he did not come to regret it.

© Ken Rookes 2013

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

wholly within love


In the wilderness we are connected to what God is doing in the world. In the wilderness, when all else is taken away, we learn the value of things, and the ultimate value of love. Author and poet, Madeline L’Engle puts it this way:
“To learn to love
is to be stripped of all love
until you are wholly without love
because
until you have gone
naked and afraid
into this cold dark place
where all love is taken from you
you will not know
that you are wholly within love.”
(From Lines Scribbled on an Envelope, New York: Ferrar, Straus and Giroux, 1969, p. 49)

It's all about grace

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