The orange light of morning
slipped its way through the water
colouring it with a brightness
it did not deserve
for it had been an empty night
as our bellies would now be all day
Where was the fish
with the coin in its mouth?
It was nowhere to be found.
Where was the net to gather us
and hold a thousand?
It was torn.
Where were the promises of the water-walker
to calm every storm?
Our hearts still felt wild.
had been as empty
as the promises we thought we had heard.
But we were fishing on the wrong side of hope:
we were on the side of fulfilment,
and not expectation;
we were on the side of presumption,
and not faith;
we were on the side of expecting what we deserved,
and not daring to step out the boat.
So we did.
We threw the nets again
this time on the side of adventure,
and the water exploded with silver darlings
and shook light from their scales
that caught the disbelief in our face.
The hollow night
as only faith can fill it.
For the light from the other side
the side of wonder
and we left our boats
and our nets
and found ourselves
where the one who found the fish with the coin
and lifted the net full and unbroken
and walked on water
and we followed