My Underwater Cathedral
I visit her weekly
For physical exertion and peace of mind
I noticed her crosses laid out in a row
As I bent my head and plunged in below
They were dark blue with long bases on one end, the deep end
They loomed closer as I approached
Not too ominous, no reproach
And when I returned from the other end
They were shorter and stout
A hearkening to gravestones in cemeteries scattered about
Yet this was the shallow end, the more welcome site of the two
Yet shallower the water, the closer to the cross shorter
Funnily the cathedral underwater is a small reminder
Of the fickle nature of life
That to live is harder than to die
The journey longer, deeper, challenging yet rewarding
And when we reach that end, we turn to the shallow bend
For tis easier to bid farewell once you have conquered the deep end’s knell
