FISHERMAN

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret)

You won’t find me a fisherman of fish.

I don’t do hooks and bait and worms and scales.

You won’t find me a fisherman of wish-

ful thinking that I alone deserve hails.

Once upon dark times, I was a “fish man.”

I “fished” for compliments and praise, deep led.

I cast “soul pole” to hook you as you ran.

But the hook pierced my soul, ripped me all red.

I have retired my pole of “fish flatter.”

You don’t have to approve of me, my wants.

I got God’s Receipt that adds I matter.

I let not demons surface-dump my haunts.

Some say they are fishermen of men’s ways.

But I am a fisherman who “lake prays.”

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