Barefooting along this midday strand
I wonder at this swishing swirl of surf and sand;
In a moment struck with wave recovery
I stoop to capture a muse discovery.
Waves of tidal ocean energy
improvise in waving imagery
as water strikes this sandy strand
improvising wave-like bands.
I behold it all by divine design
as rolling tide carves waves in rhyme;
sculpting water leaves its signature
in universal wave theory made sure.
I recall a Word from ancient view
and surmise its rhyming to be true
as yah moves across a watery face
to begat an ancient yahweh trace.
Selah.
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