Dawn

Far off a lone figure from the boats, they went to do what was familiar

Trying to make the events make sense, how do we possibly go ahead

From this place, from utter failure, from fear, from death and find

Our way through confusing shades of emotion born because 

Something strange has happened and we see him, but he is not with us

So we fish, because we know how to do that, because we can wrestle

With tangible things and not the intangible weight of emotions

Which threaten to bring is down and make us fall apart

Yet there is a figure, the beloved recognizes him first

We are awash with struggling to bring in the catch and getting

To shore so we don't miss another opportunity to fellowship

Breakfast is waiting when we arrive, are we fed more than mere 

Bread and fish? Will we ever be normal? Or do we just continue

On this rise of emotion waiting for the Spirit to calm this storm