I have some wonderful books of poetry by Mary Oliver. One is a book she herself gave me, at a small gathering of Episcopal clergy. The book is called “Thirst” and in it is a poem I think of often:
Lately I have been musing on a passage from Luke, Luke 5:5-6 Simon answered, ‘Master, we have worked all night long but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets.’ When they had done
