By Ken Woodley
I throw myself into the water,
just where Jesus tells me to,
his voice reaching out through the darkness from the shore
where small flames begin to flicker into fire,
and I swim around the fishing boat on my back
looking up at all of the sudden stars
that twinkle like happy eyes
a very long way away
that still seem right beside me
and I open my own eyes wider
to catch all of their light
and twinkle back,
hoping they will feel that I am
right beside them, too.
And this was my catch:
so much light
that my net could not contain it.
All of the light went shining off in every direction
toward everyone else fishing in the darkness
for a reason to keep sailing upon this often stormy sea.
Just as their light has often found me
and led me on
to this very moment
where I understand that light
is not meant to be caught, scaled and sold in the marketplace.
This passage through the darkness is meant for sharing.
Meant for a holy and loving communion with others,
Jesus explains when I stand
warming my water-dripping shivers by his fire
on the shore,
his eyes twinkling like two happy stars
right beside me
as he gives me a roasted fish to eat for breakfast
and a loaf of bread that he has broken for me
and for you
as we embrace in this shimmering pool of light.