Fish for breakfast
(John 21:1-14)
Deborah Beach Giordano
© April 5, 2010
worried and fearful,
the disciples take comfort
in the presence
of each other.
A community of exiles,
sharing their wisdom,
their stories,
their dreams,
and their meals.
Diminishing supplies
and fading hopes
push them out;
they set sail
upon the lake.
The water alive
with memories:
preaching, teaching,
laughter and joy;
Jesus stilling the storm.
In the darkness
lonely hearts
stare anxiously
in the empty silence
at their empty nets.
Futile fishermen
who capture nothing;
with no knowledge
of where to look
or who to trust
Adrift,
awaiting
a sign,
a signal,
the sun rise.
A shape revealed
in the morning light;
a voice reassuring
and familiar;
and a new direction.
An abundance
in their midst
a plentitude and more
nourishing their bodies,
restoring their souls.
Always with them forever
present though unseen;
as it was in the beginning
so He loved them
to the end.