Fishing by Sarah Rossiter
offer this poem for all of you who have ever fished for fish, or ever knew someone who did. It is "Fishing" by Sarah Rossiter, reprinted from The Anglican Theological Review, Summer 2006, Volume 88, Number 3, page 419 (used by permission of the managing editor).FISHINGWho can explain what holds me at the river's edge: is it the scent of water, or the sound of liquid slipping over stone,the solitude,or, then again, the line unfurlingback and forth through whispered air,like breath, perhaps, or maybe prayer,or the White Wulff, light as milkweed,drifting, or that moment whenthe salmon leaps, such silver shining,fish, fly, sky, as if the river catches fire.And so I wonder how it was that whenHe met them by the sea, and all He said was "Follow me," they turned, it seemed,with no regret, leaving boats and netsbehind, as if He was the fish they sought,as if their hearts burned even then.
Linda+The Rev. Linda McCloudFounding PastorThe Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creekhttp://www.oursaviorhoneycreek.org/
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