
some Jesus has come on me i throw down my nets into the water he walks i loose the fish he feeds to cities and everyone calls me an old name as i follow out laughing like God’s fool behind this Jesus
This poem was originally published in Good News About the Earth (Random House, 1972), and it appears in The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965–2010 (BOA Editions, 2012). Used with permission.
Such appropriate and meaningful materials and symbols. We are made of dust, yet made in the image of God. We must leave behind our nets. We can do nothing on our own. I relate to the fear the disciples must have felt. Being a fool for Jesus and following in His way, which paradoxically leads to life, but through death.
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