Believing what we see
(intricate nets of mind
played out), the eye
casts indiscriminately;
retrieves from ebb and flow
a leaping superfluity of forms
kaleidoscoping brilliance.
Understanding what he saw
(his thought free
of entanglements), the Nazarene
drew Simon Peter, Andrew,
James, and John—from nets hauled empty,
night's toil to shallows jettisoned—
with surety of "Follow me!"
Faith's blessed are they
who have not seen, yet
intuit a turning: "Fishers,"
their Master said, "of men."
