Divided Waters

A vision seized me, before The marriage of my kin. Betrothed to a faith apart, Like a stray from the hallowed ground; where forefathers had etched: A devout Catholic and a pioneer, A premonition of life truth. I wandered through the paddy field, Where crystal water surged; Fishes of all sizes I had a huge catch. Between, a river parted, As white as a snowy flake and high; Down and below, muddy water reaches their neck. A laundry basket, brimming over their balanced head I waved them to join me where abundance flowed. But they insisted on not coming, For they had decided their life: shallow and creek They'd to fetch the water with a small mug. Life's destiny weaves one's tapestry And no external forces can confine us.