fisher of men

Our little church by the sea
had paintings on the wall of
a Jesus in a dress.

This Jesus had broken jars
next to bare feet,
and I hoped he didn't cut himself.

And this Jesus had grapes and wine
while on our beaches
we had rum.

Imagine this Jesus walking on water
that look just like ours
but seemed so foreign and far away.

This Jesus was a fisher of men,
most likely because he had the wrong clothes
for fish.