Fisherman most mighty, in whose net
powerful monarchs have been caught
to their great good luck, and taught
to exchange their prisons for the glory of benevolence

with mighty key you lock up heaven, or let
its gate swing open to your flock
and on earth you’ve attained a palace wrought
of walls and columns all porphyry, yet

deign to fix your eyes upon the boiling sea,
and if once it dared to wet your foot
when trod by your fortitude and faith,

now break its swells, calm this calamity;
as you once were taught, with mighty hand now put
daring in my feet, and in my faith.

A Prayer to Saint Peter (I was caught in a storm while returning from Rome)  Franisco De Medrano  Spain, 1570-1607