Waves

 

Waves

By John W. Vander Velden                       

When watching the waves...I  sense the power of God...

With wind upon my face, I watch the waves, the rolling water, infinite shades of gray beneath pale blue sky.  Rolling swells, one following another, the same yet each with subtle differences invisible to most eyes…constant but forever changing.  Rising and falling from the distant horizon.  The crests lifting as they approach until no longer able to support water stacked, the tops tumbling forward…breaking…rolling…roaring…as thundering it attempts an invasion up sandy strand.  Swirling water of froth and foam, thundering, as churning sand and water at last stopped, retreating as reinforcement of the brothers that follow.  Is the damp sand victor as the tide is stemmed?  Perhaps today.  But dunes signify the power of wind and water, a power far beyond sand’s strength, as waves drag the grains to sea and air’s force shift and shape.  My ears filled with the deafening crash, sound carried on salty gale, the scent of sea indescribable yet familiar.  Biting cold, I unable to look away though eyes water.  Alone, the sea is mine, for none others walk water’s edge this winter’s morning.  Seeing…hearing…smelling…feeling…the power great...infinite as wind and water link, a union as ancient as time.  Standing vulnerable my smallness overcomes, turning up collar, sliding hands deep in pockets, defiant I do not flee.  Perhaps realizing my insignificance, form clearer understanding, an understanding that can only come by watching waves…

1-24-2015 (226 Words)