Qoheleth Haiku 3:4

⁴a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

Parallel ideas

Comparing joy and sorrow

Yin yang in relief

Opposites reflect

Essential realities

Point and counterpoint

Crying in sorrow

Laughing and dancing in joy

Indicate our needs

We will mourn and weep

If we should lose a resource

For meeting love need

We will laugh and dance

In any situation

We meet our love need

I will weep with you

In sorrow and I will laugh

With you in your joy



Believers

Believers all believe

Their belief is best

Their belief's from God

To hell with all the rest

Believers take their stand

For things that they believe

Things for which they'd die or kill

They themselves deceive

Believers all believe

They excel the least

That all belief is blind

Is the nature of the beast

© 2012, Qoheleth



Qoheleth Haiku 3:3

³a time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;⁴

What is this business

When is it a time to kill

When life is sacred

It’s a time to kill

To protect the innocent

Protocol of life

Does the God of love

See capital punishment

Fit in his design

God of healing grace

Strengthen my inner being

With power that heals

Rebuilding requires

Tearing out the broken down

To restore the house

Look at opposites

Each one defines the other

From our perspective

Building is not good

When it does not meet a need

But just serves a want



Qoheleth Haiku 3:2

²a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 

When the season’s right

Things come into awareness

And then they go out 

Birthing and dying

Encompasses our being

The self transcends them 

The planting season

Followed by harvest season

Followed by planting 

The birthing season

Precedes the dying season

Followed by birthing 

Opposites maintain

The circle of life in tact

Circle of seasons

Predestination

Without form and without voice

Without dreams and without choice

The predestined soul

Lives to be what it will be

Lives out the whims of deity

Its determined goal 

Without reason without rhyme

Without rhythm without time

These presumptive lines 

Live to float upon the breeze

Live perhaps that they may please

Their creator's mind

© 2012, Qoheleth