speaking of haiku

can you tell the truth?
manipulative. liar.
scarred at birth by loss.

i kill them today
the tulips plotting escape
from me, the gard'ner

balance lost have i
forward rush to habit old
this doing stop must

it's past ash wednesday.
comes the end of winter sleep.
february done.

november. the soul,
at rest, watches and awaits
at last, the advent

judging all, I wait.
like noah, I will be saved
come the flood. I know.

hate, smears, half-truths, lies,
fear of the wrath of rapture...
where is love?... of God?