I really like this poem that Darren wrote...


peter's ankles
were submerged
when jesus said,
"come."

salty, and still wet with fish,
his sunburned feet
would rise to follow,
stepping over nets
that soon
would rot by seaside.

those feet
stepped away from
not just nets,
but the fullness of a life
well known.

now, i stand,
knee-deep
in the choices of my life
and hear His call.
it sounds like seagulls
and smells like
ocean-mist.

my fingers clutch the nets
as i consider.



darren prince
7/03