Poem: Peter On The Shore

[Poet of Ephraim]

Man, I'm exhausted...These crowds are horrendous!
And if I dream it’s of a sea of faces that's endless.
They push and shove, in this heat! And argue or sing,
Shouting their requests over the voice of my King.
I miss the days at Cana, when I had a minute to think,
When we spent time together over good food and drink!
But this crowd’s still building with the needy and the sinner
So we’ll miss each other again and probably skip dinner...

Inspired by Mark 6:30-36

~Poet of Ephraim