I fling my netted snare and it umfurls in salted air it widens as it lingers aloft then falls .
Weighted borders dictate.
A THING OF GREAT MAJESTY.
THEN.
To depth.
To souls unawares.

To gentle carress.
To gentle embrace...then settle.
To the lights embrace...soft insistence.comes truth  and the light . Break free of all conceptions.  now rise  from depths of ignorance
to turbulent Revelations.

but for a moment then peace is my reward....calm assurance awaits you....I am the light of life the way.
so rise and face the day.

I am the Fisher of men souls and the light to shine the way.