My fisherman thinker
I want to sit there on your spot...
Exactly the same to see what you got
In line with your brain
I want what you gain.
You stare out ahead
Not a move, like the dead
But what do you see and what do you think
Your eye is the path to the oceans full link.
Does the water mesmerize you on its hook?
Do you read the movement like a book?
Do you see God there linger?
Drawing patterns with His finger?
Or is there a storm raging in your head?
About things at home and things that you dread?
But the stress will escape
through the rod to the bait
As the sea is the gate
for the patient who wait.
My fisherman stranger
Do you know about the manger?
Where God reels us in
To follow now Him
Catch the fish while you can
Then the fish will be man.
Take this hook, line and sinker
My fisherman thinker.
10 Dec 2013
Today I spoke to my fisherman. He is a retired gentleman and spends up to 4 hours fishing at a time. And what does he think?
Peace. He says he is just totally peaceful and forgets about the world. It is just him and the ocean. That is how it should be. I told him that my foster father told me that the time fishermen spend fishing, is not counted to their age. No wonder he looked so young.
Domino’s reaction, Mexican wave.
The rhythm of the day,
God’s hands shaping clay.
This book called the sea,
the Bible and me.
from glory to glory