To be called to be fishers of men
casting nets, casting a single line
out into the sea, the rolling sea
to find the stocks, the untapped harvest
to be the ones bringing them aboard
into the belly of the ship
into the storehouses, the temple,
the synagogue
into the pews,
casting the words
out into the multitude
to reach the urgent ear, the willing heart
to change the life of the faithful
those waiting to be found
hoping for a different, better way
a way out of the darkness
to that way home
gathered in by the fishers of men
to the harvest, to the flock
to the shepherd, the carpenter, the king
January 22, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Fishermen - 2
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