Scarlet Robe Creations

Standing on the shore of Gennesaret, a lake teeming with life. Those who fish are empty, soon their nets  and their souls will be filled. Fishermen on Gennesaret, men who labor to still their hunger. Cast out your nets, tired and laden, one more time. Standing on the shore of Gennesaret, He of who the crowds speak. A miracle is at hand. He stands along the shore, watching. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

  Boats on the shore. Muscles,  tired and nets empty.   Taste of salty air odors of damp nets. Again to set sail after a night of wasted energy.   This gentle teacher who sees inside my heart, caresses my spirit and knows strength and fault.                  A miracle, the net which had not one fish  is filled, ready to burst and the teacher  just smiles  at me. copyright 1998 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author