Fisherman

​Fishes silver in the sun, men in glistening sweat
Held together, bound as one, each caught in his net
Chained by seasons of the year, by flood and tide and moon
Moved by hunger's mighty force, dancing nature's tune.
 
Then Christ called each man by name, to leave the net behind
And follow his uncharted steps, a greater prize to find
Knowing sadly as he called, the net must still be filled
 
Men and fish, both of flesh, life's victim must be killed.
But loving men enough to die, within the net of time
He broke the nets brute nature forged, and gave sight to the blind
And now we see the silver flash, the leaping life set free
Mankind fed the food of God, and blind men's eyes now see.