The land of a rich man

Some haiku

Here is foolishness;
gathering goods into barns
constructed from fear.

Have you not enough
to live with grace, dignity
gratitude and love?

The foolish rich man;
these things will be swept away.
All is vanity.

We separate them,
these two words, foolish and rich;
should be joined as one.

The poor, he once said,
will be with you forever.
The rich too, I fear.

Yes, it’s a cliché:
you cannot take it with you.
Still, it is the truth.

Storing up treasures
is futile, gains you nothing;
be rich towards God.

© Ken Rookes 2016

There is a place

They say there is a place, a state;
a sacred somewhere.
Distant; but not always.
A mystery glimpsed, at times,
on other occasions, cloud-shrouded
with shimmering smoke, obscured
such that only the persistent
will gaze long and hard enough
to be certain it is there.
A place that is there to be found by those who search;
a few stumble upon it.
Their surprise and delight is great.

There, meaning is written sharply,
truths are incandescent
and painted on walls.
There, light shines with the clear brightness
of autumn late afternoons,
the loving is fierce,
and justice compels.
This elusive place appears
as a flash glimpsed
for a moment among the shadows;
where mystery’s flickering panorama excites
and calls to the depths
to awaken aches and earnings.

Seek, the man once instructed his friends.
You will find; and watch,
as the divinely dusted universe
opens to disclose its possibilities.

 

© Ken Rookes 2016

Martha and Mary

Four Haiku

Martha and Mary
once had Jesus to dinner.
They made him welcome.

In the kitchen’s heat
Martha worked hard, worrying;
all must be perfect.

Mary, listening,
sits at Jesus’ feet, eager,
dining on his words.

Jesus loves them both;
but, called upon, says Mary
made the better choice.

 

© Ken Rookes 2016

The unexpected generosity of ratbags

A haiku sequence.

Thanks for the stories,
Jesus. This one is cunning;
sneaking up on us.

The Samaritan,
like Muslims in our own age;
fear and suspicion.

From Samaria,
an unexpected hero
when others had failed.

This tale confronts me:
am I the Samaritan?
Or am I the priest?

Generosity.
At the heart of this story,
and of the gospel.

“Hey there!” says Jesus,
“You who hear this tale of love:
go and do the same!”

 

© Ken Rookes 2016

 

The Good Samaritan Rap can be found here.