Prayer: "Untitled" Peter's Dreams

In Peter’s dreams

the cock still crowed.

He returned to Galilee

to throw nets into the sea

and watch them sink

like memories into darkness.

He did not curse the sun

that rolled down his back

or the wind that drove

the fish beyond his nets.

He only waited for the morning

when the shore mist would lift

and from his boat he would see him.

Then after a naked and impetuous swim

with the sea running from his eyes

he would find a cook with holes in his hands

stooped over dawn coals

who would give him the Kingdom of God

for breakfast.

Source: From “The Resurrection Prayers of Magdalen, Peter, and Two Youths” by John Shea, The Hour of the Unexpected