Haiku reflection by Mike Hansen

First Reading Genesis 9:8-15;

Second Reading 1 Peter 3:18-22;

 Gospel Mark 1:12-15





Haiku: A three lined Japanese poetry genre with ancient roots made up of seventeen syllables 5-7-5.  The verses below describe specific and immediate moments, bringing them into the present. They are linked to the experience of Jesus. The reader is also linked to the writer’s imagination sharing the very human experience of Jesus’ call into silence.


Gospel: Mark1: 12-15

And immediately the Spirit drove him out into the desert. And he was in the desert forty days and forty nights, and was tempted by Satan; and he was with beasts, and the angels ministered to him.

And after that John was delivered up, Jesus came into Galilee, preaching the gospel of the kingdom of God, and saying: The time is accomplished, and the kingdom of God is at hand: repent, and believe the gospel.


He had always been drawn to the early morning silence of his bench.

Golden motes drifting
in the bright shards of new light
restless to begin       

Wisps of fragrant old
shavings curling quietly
in upon themselves

The corner spider
window framed amongst her 
pearly web of dew drops     

Jasmine’s heady scent, 
bees pocketing their share of   
the golden plunder

Sparrows flit in the dust
fussing over their vital 
domestic matters

Mother’s gentle hum   
an early morning prayer
to welcome breakfast

Silence deep and long  
holds this newness tight to its 
sweet and ageless breast 

Presence close and warm
within the deep patterns of 
his life draws him on.

He would leave all this and embrace the wilderness

through John’s water plunge
bathed into the deep saving 
stream of self knowing

Alone he is now 
a brief centre of stillness
Beasts begin to circle 
Hunger grips deeply 
hollowing out the soft flesh 
of his sweet desire.
The lure of power 
digs its meaty claws in for 
some recognition
The carrion drift
eyeing gradual decline 
Water is bitter
Memory of home 
saps his thin reserves and drains 
his steadfast willpower 
Time stretches like pain
through the bleak and restless nights
Dawn drifts slowly by
A cool morning breeze
like fluttering angel wings
brings realisation
Rocks declare the truth
Bright sunshine fills his vision
Clarity erupts
Grace stronger than flesh
compels him to proclaim that
we are not alone
Delay no longer
From the silence of 
your heart open your need to 
the Father of all. 
All things will be well!
Haiku reflection by Mike Hansen