I had a vision

flying home from california.
I looked out the window to the sea . I saw one wave form out of the water. Pick itself up into a violent, pointed peak. then resolve itself back
into flat ocean.
my eyes opened and I saw a million waves. form and rage and die.
the sea looked to me like a battle ground. like passion.
the plane lifted.
out my window
the waves lost something
the higher I went.
they grew squatter.
and less menacing.
Rounded hills.
to ripples.
to nothing.
until the ocean turned to smooth blue glass.
and I thought about my prayers. and passions.
and God, looking down. from his jet plane in the sky.