Lord I sing your praise the whole day through, until the night. Dad’s nets are filled; I have helped him. We have drawn them in, stamping the rhythm with our feet, the muscles tense. We have sung your praise.
On the beach there were our mammies, who brought the blessings out of the nets, out of the nets and into their basins. They rushed to the market, returned and bought again. Lord, what a blessing is the sea, with fish in plenty. Lord, that is the story of your grace: nets tear, and we succumb because we can not hold them.
Lord, with your praise we drop off to sleep. Carry us through the night. Make us fresh for the morning. Hallelujah for the day! And blessing for the night! Amen
note: The photos are a little blurry.
I saw these guys off in the distance while hanging out at the Nespresso 18' Skiff International. I knew that there was going to be trouble, so I grabbed my camera and pointed it in their direction.