27th January 2007
We speed over the deep dark lake
A wind gusts, choppy waves ruffle the surface
The light dims in the troubled skies
Storm clouds gather in the distance
A stand of poplars line the shore
Green-black in the twilight, casting long shadows over the waters
‘Last line, last line’ cries the Fisherman
‘We trawl the lake one last time’
The shore lights beckon, twinkling in the distance
Calling us Home
All is made ready
It is getting late, getting dark
The cold wind sighs and moans
We trawl but one last time
Night will come, my friend, this you know
Does this frighten you?
Then it is well
It is well that you should be afraid, now
Better your soul to keep
Than later, when the harpies shriek
When darkness falls outside
When the warm glow of Love
Is but a fleeting, distant memory
Echoing its lament through the caverns of eternity
When your lot is with the harpies
Shrieking their damnation
Through the vista of ages
No, it is better, friend, that you get caught now
Even now, at last light
This is all that remains
The eternal Now
The final Choice
Therefore, choose
Choose now
Be caught by Love
Or spin and tumble into the eternal Dark
Alone and lost, forever
Choose
I am glad to see you posted this Peter. It still makes me a bit sad but increases the urgency to see the fish, the souls of men brought in to the Kingdom.
May the Lord give us His heart and His vision for the harvest.
Blessings to you always,
Susan
By: faithwalk on 12 March 2007
at 14:18
Thank you Susan…….it’s time to fish indeed.
Blessings,
Peter
By: Peter on 13 March 2007
at 8:00
[...] some time away, I wanted to finish this series with something from the Fisherman, posted oringinally in 2007. It is better, friend, that you get caught now Even now, at last light [...]
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