Thursday, July 17, 2014

Gone Fishing

A weaver of stories
A spinner of truth
This preacher who sits
In the prow of my boat
He tosses His words
Gently into my heart
And then draws me in

One lesson concludes
Another begins
We put out to deep water
And let down nets
Night’s empty work is too close
But I am here
Because he says so

Can a man understand
The ways of the sea?
Yet this man reads
Patterns beneath the waves
and invites yesterday’s fish
Into my net
Now heavy and full

Beside this man
It’s not possible to stand
He sees the deep in me
Yet chooses to stay
He casts out his love
To catch my heart
I leave my boat on the shore


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