Disciples Fishing

The sea was still, the air was rippled
with expectation, even though
the hearts of fishermen were crippled,
and the recovery was slow.

When Christ had died, they were troubled,
by their sorrow oppressed,
but what the women said, it puzzled
and raised a quiet inner quest.

Could ever women be trustworthy?
Or could there be a mystery link?
Sublime plans went bust, but earthly
desires stayed for food and drink.

They felt like orphans - all alone:
with Jesus, deepest hopes were gone.
Returning to the boats they owned,
all they could try is to keep on.

What can one do, when hope dies?
Called by the previous routine,
they welcomed seagulls’ piercing cries,
in circumstances unforeseen.

But luck escaped them. They toiled
and laboured, struggling all night,
with disappointments embroiled,
until they saw a morning light.

A stranger strolling on the coast,
asked casually what they’ve caught,
but nothing was for them to boast,
they looked so tired and distraught.

“Cast now nets onto your right,
and you will see them full of fish!”
“What sense of humour!” they sighed,
but followed this strange wish.

The biggest catch then opened eyes,
They couldn’t ecstasy sustain.
Oh what a joy to realize,
that they saw the Lord again!

How often, struggling, we grind
the drudgery of daily chores,
until we see the Lord behind
and what He has for us in stores!

10.03.2019