In anguish

 Haiku of an aching heart

He is in anguish

for his people; the prophet,

who feels their distress.

Alienated

from their God and King, who seems

to have departed.

Provoked to anger,

God questions them: Why seek you

after foreign gods?

They cut themselves off

from God, forgetting God's law,

flirting with evil.

The harvest is past,

the summer come to its end,

and we are not saved.

Their hurt is my hurt;

my people, broken and lost.

I mourn with dismay.

They languish, wounded,

unhealed. Will there be no balm

found in Gilead?

My tears have no end.

I am a fountain, weeping

for my lost people.

© Ken Rookes 2022

Nobody listens

Haiku of desolation

Desolate pictures

of a land laid waste. We watch

as it is fulfilled.

A hot northerly

is bearing down upon us;

it does not relent.

Like stupid children

not knowing what is right; my

people do evil.

The earth is wasted,

and the skies bring no light; all

the birds have flown off.

What had been fruitful

will be desert, and cities

will be laid in ruins.

It won't be the end,

but the punishment must hold;

God's mind won't be changed

Nobody listens

to the voice of the prophets;

much to demanding.

© Ken Rookes 2022 

Pottery lesson

Haiku for re-working

At the potter's house

Jeremiah is impressed

by the potter's skills.

The misshapen clay

is not discarded, but made

into something new.

An image of grace.

The God of second chances

reshapes God's people.

Deserving judgement,

punishment for your evil;

God may yet repent.

Repentance the key;

turn from your evil doings,

God can make you new.

If a blest nation

ignores me and does evil

the blessing is lost.

It is not too late,

people of Judah: turn now

from evil. Do good.

God's like a potter,

shaping for blessing and ill;

it is up to us.

© Ken Rookes 2022

Jeremiah begins his work

Haiku of disappointment

Jeremiah speaks,

tells the Lord's heartache over

God's faithless people.

Your ancestors left

me, chose worthless gods, became

worthless in themselves

I was the one who

saved you, yet none of you asked,

Where is the Lord found?

From the wilderness,

desert, drought and deep darkness

to a life-filled land.

Not priests, nor prophets

nor lawyers sought me; they all

followed after Baal

God gave them a land

full of good things, plentiful;

but they chased false gods.

Unprecedented,

outrageous! That a nation

should replace its gods.

My people left me,

the fount of living water;

and  chose leaking tanks.

© Ken Rookes 2022

I am only a boy

Haiku for the hesitant.

Before he was born

Jeremiah was chosen,

set aside by God.

You’ll be a prophet.

I’m sending you to speak to

kingdoms and nations.

Aaargh! Surely not me!

God, I’m not ready for this,

don’t know how to speak!

Jeremiah’s cry

when he first heard God speaking:

I am just a boy!

Don’t say, I’m a boy!

And don’t be afraid of them.

I will be with you.

A symbolic act:

God touches the boy’s mouth, says

My words are yours, now.

Your words have power

over kingdoms; to bring down,

and to build and plant.

If I was sixteen

I might take exception, too;

if God called my name.

© Ken Rookes 2022

Unproductive vines

 Haiku of failed privilege

A model vineyard.

Fertile, cleared of stones, wine-vat;

all ready to go.

Planted with choice vines,

the vintage is guaranteed!

But the grapes are wild.

What more, questions God,

could I have done for my vineyard?

I shall destroy it!

It shall be devoured,

broken down, trampled; given

over to the thorns.

An allegory!

The vineyard is Israel

and Judah’s people.

God looked for justice,

from his privileged people;

saw only bloodshed

Seeking righteousness,

God heard only anguished cries

from those cast aside.

We, who are priv'leged,

do we build justice, truth, hope;

are we serving love?

© Ken Rookes 2022

God's disappointment

Haiku of dodgy religion

Isaiah’s vision

reveals God’s disappointment,

his people’s failure.

Rams, lambs goats and bulls,

sacrificed to appease God,

won't save your bacon.

With hands dripping blood

you come to God, expecting

that God will hear you?

Your good religion

means nothing while injustice

and evil abound.

I take no pleasure
in offerings, festivals;
bring me a clean heart.

Cease your wicked ways,

cleanse yourselves of all evil,

do good, seek justice.

Its never too late,

the invitation is there;

come to me, says God.

Your sins are scarlet,

they shall be like snow; crimson,

they'll become like wool..

I would not judge you;

be willing, obedient,

and all will be well.

© Ken Rookes 2022 

Unrequited

Haiku of failure

Unrequited love;

God’s for Israel. Little

wonder that God weeps.

Prophet Hosea

brings the word of God’s anguish

along with judgement.

They went their own way,

ignoring the call of God

for justice and truth.

Profound love imaged

in the tender embracing

of parent with child.

This is a strange God,

feeling rejection; needy

and so capricious!

The anger; is it

because of faithlessness, or

the failure to love?

God’s recoiling heart,

refusing harsh punishment;

the power of love.

Judgement is forestalled!

The God of second-chances,

the God we worship.

Return, O people!

God who balances justice

with mercy awaits.

© Ken Rookes 2022 

All in the family

 

All in the family

Haiku of embarrassing nomenclature

Instructed by God,

prophet Hosea marries

prostitute Gomer.

It happens. A man

becomes smitten. Takes a chance;

It might just work out.

Marriage and message

jumbled in the prophet’s life.

Call that commitment!

Filled with sin, the land

has played whore with other gods.

A faithless marriage.

Prophet and harlot

have a child. Name him “Jezreel,”

place of death and blood.

A daughter this time.

Call her “Not Pitied.” Israel

is not forgiven.

A third child, a son.

Make his name “Not my people.”

I am not your God.

Yet, in the end, grace;

hope. They will be called “Children

of the living God.”

© Ken Rookes 2022

Fruits of iniquity

Haiku of shame

Amos; more judgement.

The fruits of iniquity

reveal rottenness.

Contemporary.

The rich trample the needy,

the poor are ruined.

Fundamentalists

who say they love the scriptures

ignore these verses.

Wait ‘til Sunday’s past

to get back to the business

of cheating the poor.

Buying the needy

for the price of sandals, and

the poor for silver.

Justify your greed;

decry the poor as lazy,

unblessed, unworthy.

Convince the needy

that you know what’s best for them;

they might vote for you!

The sky will be dark;

your songs will become laments

of bitter sorrow

A famine descends,

not of bread or of water,

but of hearing God.

It is upon us,

this famine of God’s good word.

Just a few will hear.

© Ken Rookes 2022

Plumb lines

Haiku for measuring up.

Plumb lines, measuring

that which is true, right and straight.

Ancient, effective.

The wall is built true.

The Lord holds a plumb line. What

do you see, Amos?

Is Israel true,

how does the land measure up

to its high calling?

They are found wanting,

Israel, chosen of God.

Judgement is severe.

Those who have received,

much is expected of them.

They, too, will be judged.

The question disturbs.

How well do I measure up,

how faithful am I?

The response:

Go away, Amos!

Your words are not welcome here.

Prophesy elsewhere!

Amos answers:

I am no prophet,

never asked for the job. God

has done this to me!

You say: Go away!

But yours are not words from God,

and you stand condemned.

© Ken Rookes 2022