Difficult words

Haiku of offence.

Eating and drinking,
taking my life deep within;
they abide in me,

They will always live,
nor will their deeds be forgot,
alive in God’s heart.

Difficult teachings,
who can accept them? Even
disciples struggle.

From the spirit comes
true life; the flesh is useless.
Believe in my words.

Many disciples
turned back. His words were too hard,
the way was too tough.

He questioned the twelve:
Do you also wish to leave,
is it all too hard?

Where else can we go?
said Peter. Your words are life;
you have come from God.


© Ken Rookes 2018


Make him a wonder worker

Haiku for establishing credentials

Jesus the teacher
spoke of forgiveness and love;
the way to true life

Forget other stuff;
love and generosity
create peace and hope.

His words of promise
bring great joy to hungry hearts.
They make him welcome.

But words are one thing:
make him a wonder worker
to prove he is God.

In bed with fever,
Simon’s wife’s mother is ill;
Jesus makes her well.

They came that ev’ning,
the sick and the troubled ones;
all of the city.

Jesus had pity.
He looked on them with mercy,
healed and blessed them all.

On to other towns;
his words must be spread widely.
This is why he came.

Peace and grace abound;
God’s undistinguishing love
is for all people.

© Ken Rookes 2018.

Only speak the word and let my servant be healed.

They have an efficacious power
written deep within the interstices of their syllables;
these words of Jesus.
We disciples should repeat them often,
even the difficult ones.
We should speak them confidently
with an attitude of blessing, hope
and encouragement

Be whole!

Be at peace! Forgive!

Love your neighbour!
(And your enemies.)

Live generously!

Do for others
as you would have them do for you!

Walk away from your wealth!
(How did that one sneak in?)

Be free!      Live fully!      Follow!

laying aside reservations
and overcoming our inhibitions,
we might even voice the words
loudly, in public spaces.
We could spray them rudely on walls,
pass them out with cups of water,
or paint them boldly upon our faces;
shouting with appropriate outrage and defiance,
and causing good people
to gasp.

© Ken Rookes 2016

Mantra for those who refuse

We do not care what Jesus says;
our enemies are our enemies,
we will not love them.

We do not care what Jesus says,
when we forgive
we shall keep count.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will store for ourselves treasure
upon this earth. We may need it one day.

We do not care what Jesus says,
our neighbour will have to stand in line;
as will the kingdom.

 We do not care what Jesus says,
we will seek revenge upon those who slight or injure us;
the turning of cheeks is for wimps and losers.

We do not care what Jesus says;
anger is useful and we shall cultivate it;
along with anxiety and fear.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will judge the unworthy,
we will not give our stuff away,
we will not weep
or walk an extra mile.
We will only make peace
when it is to our advantage,
and we will not play the servant,
except where ceremony demands.
We will not welcome strangers.

We do not care what Jesus says;
we will not drink of his cup,
nor will we eat
of him.

© Ken Rookes 201#

This poem was not written with Lent, or the passion in mind, but perhaps it fits anyway.