Poem : All the little waves .

All the little waves

that come up to play

All great in their own sweet way

From an effort far below

or above , I may know .

From a passionate throwe ,

and the throwes of Love .

What Great Love has been thus granted ,

from above or far below ,

that all should come and be acknowlegded .

That we may be one with God

A great wave from a higher power .

A relief of rain from the salt and duor

Where but from above and below or another

to keep us safe from our sour

For this be this and that be that ,

likeness and true beauty , be that thy be .

The many splendours of a God created world .

Does the pain matter in slumber ?

They may feel just as you feel .

Thinking , does that make you know ?

The other , do you know how they suffer ,

in a world made madder and unrelenting till slumber ?