Jesus is Resurrected and appears to the fishermen.
The net stretched deep into the lake,
the stars glistened and somewhere an owl hooted,
still they worked and searched,
no fish came.
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.
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?
Scents of bread and grilled fish,
a welcome and so he serves them again, kneeling,
red from the heat of the fire,