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!
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