Empty Nets (a poem)

Their nets were washed.
Their boats were in.
They were disappointed and,
quite frankly, unamused,
By the man who asked to borrow their boat.
And yet some part of them,
Or shall we say,
The better part of them,
Handed over that whole boat 
(Nets and all)
To the man who knew how to command the crowd.
His teaching seemingly over, 
The crowd moved along.
But there was one more word
For those empty-hearted men:
Put down your nets for a catch.
Skeptic hearts replied—
Master, we’ve fished all night 
And have caught not one.
But it was this moment,
This most weighty hour,
When the command of His voice 
Caught rhythm with the last bit of hope in their hearts, 
And led them to one final cast.
Deep water met with deep love
By the once-Master, now Lord.
Empty nets were filled, then torn
By the abundance that came
in that moment, least expected.

Borrowed boats and empty hearts,
Left room for the Messiah that day.

SNH