Fall

In the depths, deep, deep, below
the blue, green and black.
Can the bright brilliant light
reach me?
Where the cold, cold currents flow
through ancient, sunken wreck.
Where, then, in my sight
is He?
At the edge, I know only the fall below
I see only how far I am from the center.
At the center, there He is, white with light.
Between us, I see only others that seem to grow
bigger and larger, blocking me, whose heart grows darker.
But as I fall over the edge, here He is, holding me tight.

D.H.H.T