Fishers
Tangled in the nets of our wild philosophy,
Caught in the backlash of ideas ill-cast;
Heaving the lead into unplumbed infinity,
Baffled we stand beside the shore at last.
Snagged barbs, snarled lines, torn sails,
What fishers we!
Teach us Thy ways
O Man of Galilee.
attributed: Albert Reginald Gold
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