Jesus is Resurrected and appears to the fishermen.
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The net stretched deep into the lake,
the stars glistened and somewhere an owl hooted,
still they worked and searched,
no fish came.
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The net still hung in the water,
as it tinted pink with the waking world,
a fire on the beach, nothing strange,
no fish to grill.
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They mistook the stranger
with wood in his hands, a wave and suggestion to try
on the right side of the boat.
Only a man?
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Scents of bread and grilled fish,
a welcome and so he serves them again, kneeling,
red from the heat of the fire,
love smiling.
