Halfway,
somewhere between
Ash and Up,
You turn me to
hoping.
Halfway,
somewhere between
Ash and Up,
You turn me to
hoping.
I return to You
in silence, You gird on my
belt. Ready to leave.
Without washing hands
I eat your Bread, drink your Wine.
I am purified.
Go into the world
and proclaim the Gospel to
all living beings.
(Mk 16, 15)
Music of the Word,
divine vowels and sounds will
be conquering death.
I’m grateful to Him
for the full joy of His Word:
the Kingdom of God.
Pictured by Scripture
as Son of Man, Son of God:
Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Dear haiku reader,
how could I tell you to keep
on reading? Love you!
How can I care for
Your mustard seed?
Let Your Kingdom grow!
The colour of You,
Your breath inspiring the world.
Merciful Spirit.