A lament



A dog who dared to dream

Of sitting on a throne

Of leaving my nets

And fishing for men.




My Lord

I wanted to be more

Than just a fisherman;

I wanted my life

To matter for God.





A prophet’s holy words—

I never knew a man

Of wisdom and grace

And power like his.





I followed to the end

And in the end I failed.

I promised to die

But then ran away.




That look

He heard me by the fire

He knew what I had done.

I can’t face myself

I can’t face my God.





I cower in the dark.

I long to see the tomb

But what hope is left

For someone like me?

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