In the Word’s Net

Son of God, am I a man or a fish?
   You have caught me in the Word’s divine net;
You treat me like a man – but how I wish
   To wiggle and swim free (from this son-net)

Into the vast, immeasurable deep
   Of the sea.  And so I do.  Who are you,
Reader?  How will you my heart’s secrets keep?
   Or will you mock and devour me anew?

No?  Will you for me yourself sacrifice? –
   So it is you, O Lord, I seek to love!
But can I?  Can a fish/man’s love suffice
  To cherish – adore – You so far above?

I swim and breathe – evolve – in my life’s span,
   Humbling myself for communion with Man.