The Fisher

Spent the night in preparation Weaving my net Tying the weights Attaching the gather rope Praying… Rising before the dawn Hungry, sweating I look out upon the destination The meaning of my existence Arriving, I cast I gather I cast I gather I miss I catch I miss I catch My brother joins me Side by side Casting Gathering Casting Gathering From behind a voice Like wind Calls “Lay down your nets, Follow me, I will make you Fisher’s of men.” I cast off my lot I gather my self I follow A fisher of men!