Christina Robinson

Be Y
(Written from my parked car outside of a church sign)

Be ye fishers of men. You will catch them and,
"Who will clean them?", She asks.

Be ye the fish hook in my heart,
which took my heart above the sea
Giving me a view
that could make silent of riots and dreamers of the old.

I thought on the hook,

I had a universe to beat and beat, with only rhythm;
I had a fisher of men and hearts,
first catch me and then deliver
And I loved to taste the tips of my fingers in the mouth of that fisher.

Be Ye a fisher of men, I whisper,
Be Ye a fisher of hearts