Man, The Fisher

How strange is the day, how strange!
About me surge the waves, the torrents
Of man's hunger for knowledge,
And he who would know most should sit
Beside the waters, waiting the drift,
The chaff, the wastes, listing to
The confident murmur of the waters-
Telling of their agony,
Telling of the far shores.
Oh the water, the sea is learning, and men
Cast the nets of their faith into its waters-
Fishing for wisdom, and He is not
Within the boats, but He hath spoken:
"Let down thy net in faith."