From the boat we saw Him, standing on the distant shore,
barefoot on the soft sand (his pierced feet no longer sore,
I guess). We had labored all night, nothing caught despite our wish;
but then He told us---from the right side of the boat, to let
the mesh down into the depth, and what a large haul filled the net.
Thus was dispelled the dread of despair and lingering doubt,
and we had no further reason to wonder about
Jesus, Who, waiting for us to catch up, had fried some fish.
Starward
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