And when He called them to leave the nets
of a tedious (yet familiar) profession,
was there consensus
that this was job promotion,
an escape from the forever smell
of tilapia, carp on the rigging,
the hands, and the linen carried home
each night for futile washing,
or was there disquiet
that the man who said,
“I am the Life,”
with eyes that apprehended the bliss
of some unseen other world,
would lead each one
to a willing death?