Pathologies of the Boat

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You sit arm locked on oar face plaintive fixated on sea

a breeze of myopia swirls about, cradles you, lulling seduction

of the maritime legends of songs of demons of dystopia daring  to drown

the dull minded sailor, dim witted fisherman, depressed denizen of Israel

leviathans for those of lecherous minds craven through loss looking into the waters

for too long

the drab dreary clouds above a fishless abyss below

you floating endlessly on waters of stasis your sighing sufferance

how often youve replaced your nets through wondering, your rods mindlessly dropped

yet there is newness ahead, a country to be discovered on shores full of meaning

with prosperity and wharfs favorable

intrigues worthy of attention, the most robust of catches

your life is a boat obversely set from the dock of your destiny

sun anxious to pierce clouds, a soul in neurosis dying to be freed

(a face eager to once again muster a smile)

you were created for so much more

than waiting for a wife then indulging in addictions to cope with her absence

than working an uninspired job each day whispering for death to draw near

than nominal friendships shallow, emptiness of heart misery -covetous of all

than chasing money masquerading as satisfaction

than preparing for revenge, rain of blood in your dreams stormy

the aroma of saltwater air behind the skin of former dread peeled away

rise up from stupor, this sinister sloth of suicidal surrender

stand sternly in the face of your adversity and believe in a sturdier hull

the peace within

walk on shores of confidence land of promise stare your demise down declare

emancipation the shackles loosened by purpose, love God and determination

your new net, hope that must be spread wide

your new sea, deep, a fallen world, a people lost and agonized

deleteriously crazed and scared seeking desperately what is sacred

taking turns screaming at night then sobbing until the dawn (within)

the resurrection of your joy is the boat of your salvation

on the mast, a banner of your excitement telling all youre finally alive again

now come

follow me, and I will make you fishers of men

-----------------------Matthew 4:18-22

Now when Jesus had heard that John was cast into prison, he departed into Galilee; And leaving Nazareth, he came and dwelt in Capernaum, which is upon the sea coast, in the borders of Zabulon and Nephthalim: That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying, The land of Zabulon, and the land of Nephthalim, by the way of the sea, beyond Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles; The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up. From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers. And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men. And they straightway left their nets, and followed him. And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them. And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.