Those swelling walls of light like liquid air,

Piercéd by Helios’ golden rays. Ridden

As one until death’s hands grab hearts and tear,

As souls are to a better life bidden.

Those walls of waves eventually crash

On shores and undercurrent drags back out.

Reflections given back in rippling ash,

The truest reflection which none can doubt.

To ride those waves again and feel the hand

Of loving Father guiding ev’ry move.

To glide across those depths, so far from land.

That beauty and vastness His pow’r to prove

I see faces of loved ones in that place,

Those depths hold demons and a saving face.