The sunlit path,
orange-gold on the sea,
one lone fisherman
trolling the depths
for the wisdom
that might free you
from the ancient snare.
Prayer is not to beg,
but casts an invisible line
baited in love’s own flesh,
with the patience to wait.
So I speak into the dark,
the thin voice of an aged man,
trusting the strength of line
and the truth of my devotion.
Reading of “Soul Fishing” with music by Norm Smookler.
What heals the Fisher King is the question, “whom does the Grail serve.” Blessed are the pure in heart. Thank you for this reminder.
I appreciate the mystical aura surrounding “Soul Fishing”. Thank you, Don.
“…trusting the strength of the line and the truth of my devotion.”
Very well said, Don.