Listening To Waves 

Toes buried in the sand.
waves whistle and roar.
Can hear violin strings.
songs so pure.

Classical, country,
rock ‘n roll, and jazz.
Refreshing melodies,
as the waves stroke the sand.

Breezes blow across the sea,
carrying prayers to heaven.
As the sun across the horizon,
forever brightens.

Whispers of the sea,
singing songs of praise.
God loves us all,
the same way.

Salty kisses caresses my face,
as I watch two lovers take a stroll.
This place comforts and soothes
my soul.

Ocean grazes my toes,
I feel God speaking.
Looking out over the swells.
telling me to never stop praying.

by ken snyder