Like one submerged sees through a periscope
the land and sky that lie above the waves,
I had a vision that has given hope
that there is life for us beyond our graves.
I have believed since I have faintly seen
the heavens shine above the murky depth
where we are now as in a submarine,
subject to the whims of time and death.
But in the depths where periscopes can’t reach
the surface to give us a higher view,
I sometimes lose my faith that there’s a beach
and question whether what I glimpsed is true.
Immersed within an undulating sea,
I hope there’s land and sky that I can’t see.
Mario A. Pita