Sonnet

The stone which the builders refused.
Is become the head stone of the corner.
Do we truly say only by His name can we be saved.
Or do I wander through life a questioning loner.

For one long moment today in prayer I believed.
I echoed Peter’s words as I read them.
And then the doubts returned.
Come faith, fleeting faith come.

I am like a fisherman after a long night with nothing.
But He is there today, every day, on the shore asking.
Friend, have you caught anything.
But I do not recognise Him despite my seeking.

Then someone in my mind says it is the Lord.
And casting away fear, I dive in and let go the the boat’s cord.

Haiku

I am in my boat
He is on the shore asking
Friend what have you caught