I ran across this poem again this evening and remembered that I had shared it five years ago. I decided to share it again.

One of my Grandma’s Scrapbooks is full of poems that she saved from newspapers or magazines. While looking through it tonight I ran across one that brought back some memories.

The poem is titled Galilee Beach and was written by Virginia Butler Chapman.

They waded the shallows, they gathered shells,

They dug and the sea filled up their wells,

While a tall Young Man who came that way,

Leaned on His staff to watch them play.

Who stood there that moment might none divine,

But he so outshone the clear sea-shine,

That on His going they said no thing,

But each on the other gazed Wondering!

The poem brought back memories of an evening spent at a beach on the shore of the Sea of Galilee.

The sun was going down and the Galilean Hills were turning beautiful colors. I also like this picture because of the bird flying above the sea.

Can you imagine being a fisherman and getting your boat and nets ready to cast off for a night of fishing on this beautiful sea?

I also got a nice picture of a Little Egret (Egretta garzetta) wading in the water along the shore.

As the sun was going down we decided to wade out into the water. We were able to wade out quite a bit before the water was too deep to stand. We enjoyed the warm water and the wonderful breeze that had come up as the sun was setting.

A wonderful way to recover from our two weeks of hard work at the dig in Lachish.

Have you waded in the Galilee?

Steven