Fisher of Men

Fisher of men..

We all begin with a taste

That engulfs us

To our heighten reality

We have to eat

Whats now available

To nurture our flesh

So our temple

Becomes instrumental

I came into this world empty

But still

I’m here now mostly to give

My life was given to enlighten others

So selfish activity…

Couldn’t be my longevity

Rowing my boat to this cadence

Charity becomes its drum major

Sailing on love and tender winds

For clarity…..

My sails are wide open….hoping

As my creator fills my pockets

Of faith…



By Deon Souldier Ballard


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