JOHN 21

God appeared to me
first in black velvet,
then in green moss,
God walking around
the ground outside my house,
leaving soft silent impressions,
footprints, footsteps,
indentations in my life,
then God got louder,
coming through my walls,
morning music from a backyard bird,
an ambulance screaming, howling,
waking me up in the middle of the night,
then JESUS, THE MORNING LIGHT,
dawned on me – coming through
my eastern window
inviting me to stop fishing,
to drop everything,
to come ashore and eat with him,
and I woke up and said,
“It is the Lord.”
And after the feast
he said, “Feed the others.”

© Andy Costello

Reflections, 2007