Gone Fishing


The gulls swoop and shriek through the beached boats,

Scavenging for a scrap of food left amongst the rocks,

Hoping further still for a forgotten fish in the old nets.


Not one fish can be found in this heat and season,

The baskets are empty because the nets are empty,

And the fisherman's heart is as empty as the sea.


His sail bent and mast struck down without luck,

He gathers his empty baskets and readies to step out,

Then pauses as he spies the waiting stranger ashore.


"What did you catch?" the stranger asks with a wry look,

"Nothing, it is empty out there," the fisherman replies,

"Let's try again," he says, with the same wry smile.


"I tell you, there is nothing," the fisherman asserts,

The man approaches and wades to the boat,

"There's fish out there, I assure you," the stranger claims.


"I've tried all day!" the fisherman replies angrily,

"Peter, take me fishing, and I will change your life."

How did he know my name?


The gulls swoop and shriek about the lone fishing boat,

Scanning for a flash of fins below the surface of the sea,

Hoping something may spill from the fisherman's old nets.


He cast his net and brought it in with heaving effort,

Emptying his startling catch into the baskets set about,

Filling them to the brim with silver scales shining in the sun.


His back sweating as he reclined in the bottom of the boat,

His eyes turned to the stranger who had taken him fishing,

"How did you do that?" he asked warily.


The man looked to him and their eyes met and Peter knew,

"I am not worthy to be in Your presence! Be gone from me!"

"Come with me, Peter," Jesus said, "And I will make you a fisher of men."


The gulls swoop and shriek through the beached boats,

Scavenging for a scrap of food left amongst the rocks,

Hoping further still for a forgotten fish in the old nets.


None they shall find amongst those old rotted boats,

The men have put down their old worn nets and gone fishing,

Praying to cast a net and save fish from the ravenous gulls.