Lost, we decided to go fishing.
What a lonely night that was
banished by a glorious sunrise.
He told us to cast the net on the right side.
It was so full we couldn't hoist it—
and the light grew stronger.
When John told me who he was
I remembered that strange feeling
on a bright morning three years past.
Then, he had told us we would catch men.
I didn't really understand what that meant
but the light was irresistible.
Now it was happening all over again.
Two weeks after that dreadful night
the light was spreading.
On the shore he offered us breakfast.
No one really had any questions—
we were dazzled by the brightness.
When we finished, he forgave my denials
even though I doubted my ability to follow
that unquenchable light.
After he left, we realized Light is forever,
nothing can stop it, nobody owns it.
We couldn't help but tell the world!
*See John, chap. 21.
