fisherman
i
was the strong one
they
came to me
'marry
the girl' i answered
or
'don't trade with him' or
'it
is what it is'
my
catch was good
everyone
knew him
he
carpentered with his father
or
wandered the wastelands
listening
to desert men
who
found other ways than work
that
morning he stood on the rise
watching
us load our nets
'come'
he called
'i
will make you a fisher of men'
who
knows why
a
man does a thing--
i
followed him
for
me it was never easy
listening
to him cast nets of words
and
things telling cannot reach
but
i stood for him
even
when he cautioned
i
said 'i believe
i
would lay down my life'
again
he cautioned
i
didn't know i didn't know
until
the cock crow
ended
the night i denied him
three
times
like he said
Such a beautifully written poem and so expressively read.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I so enjoyed listening.
Beccy.
I just came back to this Edward. The words go so deep, mean so much to me.
ReplyDeleteWe all deny him in some way or another, but I know he is ever forgiving.
Beccy