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Matthew 4:21–22

Two sons I gave the Lord. Not willingly.

Our shadows stretched across the narrow shelf

To where the deep water darkens Galilee.

The night of labor ended, I knew myself

As blessed. Two faithful sons, a crew of hands

To pull a weight of fish that I alone

Would lose. Such easy work to give commands!

Such joy to see them jump. The light that shone

Upon my back was good. A net profit

Rose each morning. Laughter filled each day.

Then Jesus, working the rocky shore, thought

To call, “James, John.” They left my net, my way,

And followed. Risen, he calls me, “Zebedee,”

And keeps me mending nets beside the sea.