"Oh, my God," exclaimed one of the women on our trip when we passed this wall, "Even their NETS are beautiful!"
I would love to live a life
so saturated
with the color of divine purpose
that my job --
even if I were a fisherman,
even on a cloudy day,
even in pouring rain
when my bright yellow slicker
(grayed with years
of diesel fuel, mud, and fish slime)
drips damply into my black rubber boots --
that even then,
my job and my life
would sing with this intensity.
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