Sonnet for the Fisherman

Yours was the baited hook that drew me close

When I was wandering in an alien land,

A stranger to myself–and yet you chose

To cast the line, to catch my trembling hand;

And through the twisting corridors of doubt

You showed me that I always knew the way,

That all was waiting while I stood without,

The feast, the dance, the Spring, the Light, the Day.

And now the wound that pierced when first I clung

Flows with your tears and with a healing balm,

And in those tears the sweetest songs are sung

And out of darkened gales the sea stands calm.

The balm is here; the Body and the Blood;

Feed me this Word–I want no other food.