The broken net of Peter
Hauls himself ashore
Mended
By the Cook
Grilling his breakfast.
With dry faith
He once walked on water
Light as a leaf
A pinion spinning
On the breeze.
Now, sodden,
Anchored with remorse
He sinks like any man.
Ripped by denial
Frayed by failure
Torn by fear.
Here by fire, fish, and bread
He is thrice mended
By His tender kindness.
The net effect of mercy,
“Peter, be freed,
And feed
My lambs.”