With Each New Wave

God who I know is always is benevolent Can tell me in heaven what is equivalent To great wave I recently rode to shore Disappearing and no longer here anymore. New wave powerfully pounding into sand Which by God had been perfectly planned So that another could follow close behind And to ride new one in crossed my mind. Even if I am not on top of wave at all Will end up on beach and land and fall Sometimes may be with a mighty roar Ocean and it will find hard to ignore. Sun started setting on each shining wave On ocean surfing my mind became a slave At home thought of surfing is still tempting Maybe whole family I should start bringing. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran