He held his breath and dove
Into the limitless sea below.
The water stabbed him,
Injuring his senses.
Overwhelmed, his eyelids held fast
Until darkness overcame resistance.
He continued, half-blind,
To scour the vast expanse,
Knowing that only a fraction of the journey
He would complete—
But he searched nonetheless.
From the corner of his eye,
A fish he saw glowing in the darkened blue.
The fish, though small, seemed to know its way
And beckoned him to follow.
And so he did, for he had no plan,
No map, no compass in hand,
Nor did he know for what exactly he searched.
Soon, however, the fish disappeared
Into the shadows behind a coral,
At whose feet a pebble caught his weakened eye.
The coral seemed to wave farewell
As he carefully collected the curious stone,
Reminding him he was short of breath.
He rose, reluctant, and swam toward the familiar shore
That seized him and threatened to batter his soul.
But, as he opened his fist,
He felt an invisible armor warm his bare chest
Upon seeing that Mercy had transformed the pebble into a pearl.
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