swimming for shore

Posted: April 28th, 2010 | Filed under: life | 4 Comments »

The sun peeked over the liquid horizon and reminded Peter that he had to go on with life. After all he’s seen and heard, he knew he’d never be the same. The rhythm of the sea pulsed through his boat and they all stood in silence while they headed back to the shore.

The sun was an ill fit for this morning. So heartless the way it pierces your senses with life, when you feel nothing but death.

His best friend was dead. An out of place murder, yet the perfect contrast between the etherial aura of his friend and the overbearing grunt of the people around him.

The morning glimmered like liquid fire across the water. His muscles hurt from fishing all night. He reached across his chest, burying his face in the crook of his arm as he massaged his upper back. Exhaustion played movie clips of his friend’s life and the fight against burning tears was getting harder.

His friend operated on a different level than everybody else. He could see through the thick and distracting surface and always find them on that spiritual level. It was unnerving and comforting at the same time. There was something peaceful and knowing about him. He sparked the consciousness of life on a level that was entirely untouchable by everything we knew and called ‘life’ before him. It was inspiring to the point of bursting at the seems of natural reality.

Thinking about them dragging his body along the rocks of the superficial layer of life was a horrible insult to everything he represented. They killed him on a level where he never lived.

The boat was getting closer to shore. His thoughts were tearing him to pieces and he wanted to hit something…someone. He needed a release and crying was not an option.

There was a sun-drenched silhouette on the shore ahead of them. The silhouette was saying something.

‘Good morning!’ -John 21:5

They ignored him.

‘Did you catch anything for breakfast?’ -John 21:5

We’re not in the mood, dude.

Someone from the boat indulged the silhouette.

“No.” -John 21:5

They had been fishing all night and caught nothing. They weren’t fishing to fish, but it would have been nice to catch something. For something to go right. But,…nothing.

“Throw the net off the right side of the boat and see what happens.” -John 21:6

Who is this guy?

Maybe it was the need to throw something, maybe it was something else. They threw the net over and it immediately filled with fish. And more fish. The men were laughing and panicking at the same time. They were going to go down with the biggest catch of their lives.

All of this activity of yelling, splashing, rocking and Peter just stood there and stared at the silhouette. Something was whispering into his depths. Something was welling up inside him. Something shoved his legs into his pants and propelled him over the side of his boat. His heart was pounding, arms were aching, legs were dragging, as he made his way through the water to the sun drenched silhouette on shore.

It’s Him.

sfs

inspired by John 21. continued tomorrow….


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4 Comments on “swimming for shore”

  1. 1 m* said at 6:10 am on April 28th, 2010:

    you do have a way …

    and what wasn't written about was how they later made a huge batch of tuna casserole with all that fish for the church potluck – except it didn't have potato chips on top 'cause they hadn't been invented yet – but it was still good

  2. 2 Julie R. said at 6:37 am on April 28th, 2010:

    When you write, you paint a picture so vivid that as I read, my muscles ached and my heart pounded and I knew that frustration… Serena… that was awesome…

  3. 3 Serena Woods said at 7:00 am on April 28th, 2010:

    M*: it always comes back around to potluck tuna heart attack casseroles.

    Julie R: Thanks!!

  4. 4 Jodie said at 3:50 am on April 29th, 2010:

    Oh Serena, you do have a way with words, my heart was gripped by the time I got to your last line, I need to read the rest of your writings my dear. you're something else kiddo… lvJ


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