Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark
of the moon; daylight or moonlight
They could not tell where to spread the net,
unable to see the phosphorescence of the
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I first read this poem in 1978. I have changed. It has not. This alone is not its power, it is the honesty and truth of this metaphor. The perspective of self-capture provided by the obvious alignment with the concept of becoming fishers of men and realizing we had already fulfilled this prophecy before it was made. Isn: t that always the way.
we shine brighter by the day