In Waters Deep by Eleanor Maloney

In ocean wastes no poppies blow, No crosses stand in ordered row, Their young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…… The spirited, the good, the brave, But stars a constant vigil keep, For them who lie beneath the deep. ‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer On certain spot and think. “He’s there.” But you can to the ocean go… See whitecaps marching row on row; Know one for him will always ride… In and out… with every tide. And when your span of life is passed, He’ll meet you at…

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