Peter’s Encounter at Galilee
A Poem | Kathryn Kirby
Charcoal smoke billows black into my eyes
And tears well up despite Your loving smile.
At another fire, Lord, I did arise
and thrice brazenly curse You in such vile
Words! Then Your gentle glance smote me nigh dead.
My heart’s so deeply cut still! Bitter tears
I weep. Do I still follow Thee? I dread
a second loss. I’ll fish away my fears.
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You draw me aside. False lures You cast not,
Not shame, nor reproach; as if You desire
Desperately that I LOVE You, that I’m caught
Freely in Your Heart-web, heart set afire
In freedom. O glorious Savior! O New and blessed morn
When I, Cephas, can meet Your gaze, behold Your face, reborn.