The bishop's ship, it made a stop
On an island far away
The cleric walked along the shore
Discovered in a bay
Three fishermen, they mended nets
And greeted him so kind
"We are Christians, just like you,
and have the peace of mind!"
"What do you pray, the bishop asked?"
They answered, '"so we call:
'Three are you, three are us
Have mercy on us all!'''
The bishop was surprised and said:
"Lord's prayer you don't know?
I'll teach you, poor old fishermen
That's, what I can bestow"
"We've never heard it anywhere
Instruct us, holy man!"
He taught them patiently at shore
Reciting again and again
The next day, he set sail at morn
And had'nt got so far
He could hardly trust his eyes:
'Three men, oh yes, they are!'
They came to him across the waves
The prayer 'd slipped their mind
"What were the words? Please say again!"
The bishop then inclined:
"Oh, holy men, return once more
Speak simple words so pure
I'm humbled to my very core
You're at Heaven's door, for sure!"
Following Leo Tolstoi 'The three old men'