Fish Bones

What do you see?
I see beauty.

I see and taste, and smell, the flavor and scent of good, very good, charcoal grilled fresh fish.

I see food. Nourishment, sustenance, life.
Let food be food. Real food flavored by other real foods- garlic, calamansi, locally grown pepper, oil.

I see a livelihood. Somebody worked hard to bring this and other bounty up from the sea, to bring it to market, to sell it to our friend.

I see friendship. Our friend bought it and a companion or two, borrowed a grill (it seems to have been home made) from a neighbor, and prepared tge fish as our first real food we had here in our new house.

I see design. Those bones are so perfectly designed for what they do, in both form and function. Look at the symmetry, the marvelous way they curve, a tiny set of slender buttresses, formerly housing an ichthyological cathedral within.

I see reminders of fisherman of old, Peter, James, John, and a boy with two fish he wanted to share.

I see abundance in the scant remains of these bones.


Job:  But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
    or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you;
or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
    or let the fish in the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know
    that the hand of the Lord has done this?

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One Comment

  1. Lisa Beth W.
    Posted January 16, 2017 at 9:55 pm | Permalink

    Lovely thoughts. 🙂

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