Waves By John W. Vander Velden When watching the waves...I sense the power of God... With wind upon my face, I watch the waves, the rolling water, infinite shades of gray beneath pale blue sky. Rolling swells, one following another, the same yet each with subtle differences invisible to most eyes…constant but forever changing. Rising and falling from the distant horizon. The crests lifting as they approach until no longer able to support water stacked, the tops tumbling…