No More Pandemic Worry: Hopeful IMprov Haiku

When God’s prophet says/
“wonderful days are ahead!”/
I can rest easy.

at 11:26 p.m., a Facebook IM response to a friend:
Amos 3:7/
says it best. And knowing that,/
I’ll peacefully rest.

Broken Christ Heals Broken Us: Haiku

Christ was broken so /

He could heal we folk who, by /

sinning, are breaking.

When you’re ushering/
late at night, you don’t have to/
wait in photo lines!

They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.

It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.

What kind of man cries/
when clothes shopping? A man who’s/
been away too long.

Buried for ten years,/
like me, they’ve now come forth to /
do what we should do.

I don’t remember/
clothes being so warm, but at/
this point, I don’t care.

Or
I don’t recall my/
clothes being so warm. At this/
point, I do not care.

After ten years, they/
still fit. So does everything/
else, including me.

I saved them for now./
They are buried, but I will/
find them to use them.