Go, therefore.

Haiku for those who are sent

Eleven of them
went to Galilee, as told.
Where were the women?

There, on the mountain
they met and worshipped Jesus;
but some were doubting.

All authority
has been entrusted to me:
gather disciples.

Make them mine; baptise
in the name of the Father,
the Son and Spirit.

Teach them to obey
all that I have commanded.
This is true worship.

Remember, my friends,
I will always be with you
to the age’s end.

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

Haiku of the end.

Should we pity him,
Judas, called Iscariot?
He made his choices.

Eat my body-bread
and drink of my red wine-blood;
remember my life.

Even you, Peter,
you will also run away;
three times denying.

In garden prayers
he asks to be delivered.
His companions sleep.

They come with clubs, swords
and a resolve to end it.
He is arrested.

Tried by Caiaphas,
convicted of blasphemy.
Never any doubt.

Taken to Pilate
to receive his death sentence;
this King of the Jews.

Silence, his answer,
he calmly accepts his fate;
trusts himself to God.

The crowd finds its voice.
Convicted and condemned,
he is led away.

The cross is shouldered,
and taken beyond the gates,
to the killing place.

There is no mercy.
The man is fixed to his cross
and lifted up high.

The skies are darkened.
A cry of dereliction
signifies the end.

They mounted a guard
at the entrance to the tomb:
what did they expect?

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

Hail, Son of David!

Haiku for a grand entrance.

Jesus, the failed king
entering Jerusalem
riding a donkey.

The crowd goes crazy
greeting their king. Days later
they will turn on him.

Yet his words brought hope,
the promise of God’s friendship.
Memories are short.

Hail, Son of David!
riding on your borrowed colt,
in your borrowed time.

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

When Jesus calls.

Haiku for taking a chance

With John arrested
Jesus withdraws, goes back home;
north, to Galilee.

He leaves Nazareth
and moves to Capernaum.
There he makes his home.

What the prophet said
is about to be fulfilled;
great light has dawned.

Commencing his work,
he begins to preach. “Repent,
the kingdom comes near.”

Walking by the sea
he sees Andrew and Simon
casting out their nets.

He calls the brothers,
“Come and follow, learn from me;
we’ll fish for people.”

Best offer all day!
The fishers laugh, choose the risk,
leave behind their nets.

Further down the shore
He comes across more brothers,
sons of Zebedee.

In their father’s boat,
Sons of Thunder, James and John,
also get the call.

In a flash, the pair
stop, weigh their options, and leave
dad to mend the nets.

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

Two disciples

Haiku for those who are called.

John the baptiser,
had a group of disciples
learning from their lord.

A man of insight,
a prophet, fearing no-one,
pointing to the light.

When Jesus turned up,
the way the story is told,
John stepped to one side.

John saw him coming.
“Look, here is the Lamb of God,”
two friends were told.

When they heard these words
they took leave of their master
to follow Jesus.

Jesus turned, saw them,
asked: “What are you looking for?”
Top question, that one.

They did not answer,
asked him, “Where are you staying?”
“Come and see,” he said.

An invitation
for all who come with questions;
and much repeated.

The Lamb of God comes
bringing life and light and hope:
Don’t wait, come and see!

Epilogue.

Andrew found Simon.
“Come and meet the Messiah.”
Took him to Jesus.

Jesus looked at him.
“You are Simon, son of John.
I’ll call you Rocky.”

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

Needing to be baptised

Haiku for beginners

When he was ready
he travelled from Galilee,
south, to the Jordan.

There he came to John
with a baptism request.
John was reluctant.

You ask this of me,
I should be baptised by you;
the Baptist demurred.

Let it be so now,
Jesus answered. It’s proper
and right to do this.

The river beckoned.
He sank beneath its surface,
finding his calling.

Emerging once more
from the darkness into light;
fills his lungs with life.

The white dove flies low,
with heaven’s voice whispering:
this, then, is my son.

 

© Ken Rookes 2017

He was in the beginning

Haiku of the coming

In the beginning.
They are indivisible,
the Logos and God.

Into the nothing
the Logos-God mystery
find their voice and speak.

The word, now spoken,
all creation comes to be.
Here is wonderment.

The Logos brings life;
life and light for humankind,
defeating darkness.

Logos, always there
in the world he created,
passes through, unseen.

Among his people
he finds no welcome nor home.
The loss is their own.

Yet some received him,
believed, and living by faith,
were made God’s children.

To be born of God,
transcending earthly limits;
this, then, is glory.

The Logos took flesh,
our flesh, and lived among us;
full of grace and truth.

 

© Ken Rookes 2016