A Barca

You, approached the shore
You didn't seek the wise nor the rich
You only want me to follow you!

Lord, you looked into my eyes
Smiling, you uttered my Name
There on the shore, I left my boat
With You, I will seek another sea

You know well that in my boat
I have neither gold nor swords
Only nets and my work

You, ask for my hands
My tiredness to rest in others
Love that desires to keep loving

You, fisher of other lakes
Eternal longing for souls that wait
Kind friend who calls me this way