He was tired of walking far by land, when he came, at last, to the Seventh Shores,
Where he found the need for lots of rest, and he felt the call to distinctly pause.
Then he dived right into the Sabbath Pool, where the ways through water took him nearer
To the friendliness and the fellowship and the fashion sense of a bygone era.
Though the bad ship Ford had a tendency (to be making waves everyone could feel,
Since the skipper steered in the wrong direction, deeply sixed by a broken keel);
There were submarines, where the folk worked hard to preserve what still was a worthwhile ocean;
And the midday seaweed fed them all. They enjoyed the task and prepared for motion.
There were mermaids too, though a lot of them had already found those with whom they'd swim.
Yet the pool was vast, and the tranquil current had its way of refreshing him.
He was more concerned than he'd been before, with a natural need of all baptized preachers
To be fishing keenly, dropping lines which would reach the depths and attract sea creatures.
In the afternoons, when it took eight weeks for the new recruits to first learn to dive,
There were lessons too, for the veterans keen to ensure the water world would thrive
On expanding its community, with a TV link that was worth its purchase;
So the leader could send invitations and a message to the surface.
He was new himself, and adjusting fast, to the fact that things he had learned on land
Were not always right; but he clarified all the truths he had now come to understand.
He could soon discern that a tune on rocks wouldn't help the listener's life to flourish;
And he took his fill of the healthy music, served in ways which he found would nourish.
Though the leader could not fix all thirst with a magic wave of a nonesuch wand,
He was reaching out from the other side of a timeline, so they both could bond.
There were still those times, when the water did not stop his heart from overheating;
But it cleansed his soul with eternal hope from the Spirit's food, which he kept on eating.
And the ones (who never took the dive) would regrettably have to face defeat
By a second death, which could never lead to infinity in a lake of heat.
When the One who designed that pool came back, to conclude the need for pain and weeping,
He would wake the ones, who had swum for Him and had not moved on, but were only sleeping.
Then the skies would come so alive, with trumpets causing those on the land to shout;
And the One would take his own to the New Pool, where the resources won't run out.
When you've gone six days, and the meaning starts to fade, get a recharge on day seven,
Since the water world I've been speaking of is a metaphor of what points to Heaven.