This Is The Miracle Of Trust (Pearl Divers) Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Pearl divers search the deep in pairs
without scuba tanks and regulators.
One waits at the surface tending the lines
tied to the other, who soft- steps the sand
for treasures he hopes he will recognize.

He walks the bottom, watching the vegetation
sway and sways himself till she tugs the cord.
He ascents swallowing the little air left.

Aboard, on the sea shore
they talk for hours seeing what they have got
rubbing the rough and natural pearl.
They smile, they hug, they hold each other
In love and real, sincere happiness.

Poverty helps them to love.
Living and fighting for a livelihood
make them hug each other
in innocent love that the rich may envy.

There is no ego.
Only the other who
goes under water
is always in thought.


Next morning she jumps and dives.
He gives her up in prayer:
"Lord my love is under water.
Keep her safe in your hands".


She dives and fills the baskets.
He counts the time,
hands wrapped about her line.


This is love
This is the miracle of Trust.
(Once I visited India and met with the pearl divers. They are poor people. One stands on the shore. The other jumps into the ocean with a strong thread tied to his body. The one who is on the shore has a seventh sense and he or she lifts the other with the help of the thread in right time. It was astonishing. Ohhhh how they love. The poor and the simple have an art of loving which the so called rich and the sophisticated do not possess. I stayed with them sharing their simple meals and singing and dancing with them. I shall never forget it) .