Sonnet

Why are you men from Galilee.
Standing here looking into the sky.
No more than them can we see.
Nor now can we lie.

He has gone before us around the turn.
We cannot see him now.
But one day we hope he will return.
And we must return to the plough.

He disappeared into a cloud.
And our vision is hazy.
But there is so much of which to be proud.
It is our thinking which is lazy.

So we will keep trying.
Even though it’s all quite trying.

Haiku

It comes to belief.
Yes it it is all quite trying.
But I keep trying.