Disciples at Gennesaret

    “Disciples at Gennesaret,” Ensign, July 1988, 64

    Disciples at Gennesaret

    First Place

    Late in the day, the wind comes down

    And wails across the Sea of Galilee.

    Lashing grasses on the hills,

    It lunges past the rocks

    And slashes,

    Wave from wave,

    Into a churning deep.

    Men have been known to perish

    In these evening storms;

    But some,

    While sinking in the perilous depths,

    Have reached,

    And lived.

    Those who know of fishing

    Pull their nets and wait

    Until the waters heal—

    Until the wind falls off,

    Sighing out across the desert,

    Searching for the soothing Voice.