The Sea of Galilee
(Matthew 4.12-22; Mark 1.14-20; Luke
4.14,15; 5.1-11)
Hard calloused hands.
My night is finished,
but you ask me to cast out one more time.
these tired hands.
They have mended nets
torn by a day’s drudgery.
they are weary and seared.
I have nothing to show for my efforts
but sweat and ingrained filth.
and he brings you to me,
hoping I will listen.
Your words excite James and John,
but they see life differently than I.
My brother and Zebedee’s sons chase prophets
and harbor dreams
that our world might be different,
some day.
What do you see in me?
A body fatigued from its labor.
A soul trapped in trial.
I do as I say and not as I wish
simply a knowing gaze
in your eyes,
and despite my stubbornness I listen.
And our nets are cast overboard one last time.
as the seams of our nets burst with fish.
I do not deserve
the miracle you give.
who has no merit to speak your name,
but you can take these hands,
these calloused and tired hands,
and cause them to labor
copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr
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