I remember once before,
a morning like this,
and against the sunrise,
a Man upon the shore.
His voice on the water
bidding, “Cast thy nets again.”
And once before,
this miracle of fish,
and water at the gunnels,
as the nets tore.
I let them fall
stunned with sudden joy
remembering that once before.
Nor could I bide to wait.
Fast as a fish, I swam to meet
my Lord upon the shore.
Maria Grace De Lallo is fascinated by words, and has been turning them into poems for as long as she can remember. Her favourite poetry, both to read and to write, is the old-fashioned sort, full of rhymes, alliteration and assonance . She has a particular fondness for myths, languages (which she is very bad about learning) and Tolkien. She has an unfulfilled desire to read Beowulf in the original Old English.She lives in a little cabin, dubbed The Hobbit Hole, plays bagpipes, keeps swords in her umbrella stand, and enjoys peated whisky. She works at a small library situated within a stone’s throw of Lake Tahoe, where, she runs a biweekly writing group for teens and young adults. She recently completed a one-on-one poetry class with Nicholas Samaras, through Image Journal’s Glen Online program. She is a Catholic by birth and grace, and attends a Latin Mass, where she and her sisters serve as the choir.