Lost in my
shoreside work
Repeating another repair
on the net,
Busy work
Repeating the knots,
Repeating the questions,
Repeating the routine
of my life to now,
I turn
look up
Disturbed by
Hearing the steps of God 
- of my saviour
He has come!
Flowing with His footsteps
scattering small stones
that skitter down 
from the upper bank,
towards me,
Towards us.

My eyes squint against 
the glare dancing
from fractures of the lake’s waves,
And I see Him
Not that different
Not especially tall
Not especially handsome
Not dressed better
but yet - different,
And when He speaks
just a short sentence
an unexpected 
yet expected call,
My heart stops
My life stops,
My soul jumps,
“Come follow me,
and I will make you fisher's 
of people”
I’m caught.

And that is it,
reality bites
and I’m gone fishing.

Starting Thoughts: A simple call to a life of disruption, power and purpose. Jesus called the disciples as they fished by the Sea of Galilee to follow him proclaiming he would make them 'fishers of men'
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