The Sea of Galilee

The eyes that see through history
Look out upon the Sea of Galilee
Waiting for the Fisherman, half unconsciously
Over the still water the imagined fisherfolk
Call and talk with easy cameraderie.

Cast the nets, reel them in and cast again
These lowly folk, friends of the Fisher of men
Salt cracks their lips, sun burns their skin golden
As the long day crawls by the boats ride the waves
Heading home at last, the last catch taken.

There He stands alone where the land ends
A meal cooked with care and love for His friends
Calm seas, good catches and safety He sends
Out on the water where storms take lives
He keeps them safe, against harm He defends.

Look through the palms out to the sea
Imagine walking on water the Man from Galilee
Captured through trees - symbol of the Trinity?
It must be more than coincidence that there are only three
That wonderful miracle some are yet blessed to see.