1/22/11

At once they left their nets and followed him

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I don't remember now when or where I found this poem but I do recall immediately printing it out.  I've kept it on my desk at home where I regularly come across it and find myself caught in it's bare bones net of honest preaching - again and again.

This Sunday's gospel provides the perfect moment for sharing it here: Roland Flint's poem, Follow.


Follow

Now here is this man mending his nets
after a long day, his fingers
nicked, here and there, by ropes and hooks,
pain like tomorrow in the small of his back,
his feet blue with his name, stinking of baits,
his mind on a pint and supper - nothing else -
a man who describes the settled shape
of his life every time his hands
make and snug a perfect knot.

I want to understand, if only for the story,
how a man like this,
a man like my father in harvest,
like Bunk MacVane in the stench of lobstering,
or a teamster, a steelworker,
how an ordinary working stiff,
even a high tempered one,
could just be called away.

It's only in one account
he first brings in a netful -
in all the others, he just calls,
they return the look or stare and then
they "straightaway" leave their nets to follow.
That's all there is.  You have to figure
what was in that call, that look.

(And I wouldn't try it on a tired working man
unless I was God's son -
he'd kick your ass right off the pier.)

If they had been vagrants,
poets or minstrels, I'd understand that,
men who would follow a different dog.
But how does a man whose movement,
day after day after day,
absolutely trusts the shape it fills
put everything down and walk away?

I'd pass up all the fancy stunting
with Lazarus and the lepers
to see that one.

-Roland Flint


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3 comments:

  1. What a wonderful poem. This one is a keeper, for sure. Thanks for sharing.
    -MDR

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  2. The last part of the poem is missing a word. It should read: "But how does a man," not "But does a man..." And yes, it's a great poem written by one of the finest people I've ever known and a dear friend.

    Robert Bausch

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