Remembering the consequence of fishing nets

God told me to stop and tend to my mind
like environmental damage, Jonah was a virus
if only it took three days for pool parties
and raffled off evening gowns to obstruct
where likely amends were never optional
just a day on the ceiling where God left us
now recalling a history of love, above it all
letting go of the battery and crimes to tell
we were only meant to survive for ourselves
where being a victim is a shade of the past
there is no counsel I can provide from here
just letting God take me away from the crowd
a natural consequence is clarity of mind
so, too, will all the fishing come to terms