In Praise Of Fisherman Poem by Rayn Roberts

Blessed are the fishermen that free the humble pelican
From sinking line and hook tangled in a beak,
Holy men are these who catch fish and release
The insensitive prey, cold-blooded are they
Delicious but dumb, killing them's no fun.

Praise the poor fishermen, forget the pod of dolphin
Driven into secret coves, slaughtered by the droves
By family men for families, seals shot through the head
To make a bigger catch for them and those with knives
Slicing up countless sharks for just the fin.

Happy just to be with them, Jesus loved the fishermen
Walked on their sea, saved their sinking ship
Filled their net to the brim, feeding the poor
With a few fish and bread-He multiplied relationships
He never emptied seas. He taught plenty, or so it's said.