Among the Fishermen

Today, this dock is my back pew,

My body the temple.

These sloshing waters,

A quiet hymnal.

For, what better way,

To share space with Him,

Than out here praying,

Among the fishermen.

And I know the church,

Is not the building,

Not confined by four walls,

A door and the ceiling.

So, also out here,

Is not the only time,

Where through the silence,

I reach the divine.

Every day, every hour,

Praying over and again,

And so also here,

Among the fishermen.