I leave my cot and walk the beach, barefoot,
My feet laved ling-ringly by the latest wave,
Broken along the sloping shore, as it returns.
My print is there, I know, upon the silken sand;
...
Take a spot conducive to reflection--
on the state of man
perhaps the total universe--
or even just a rose;
...
In life an atheist was he,
Devoid of any Christian faith;
Proclaiming loudly, confident,
There was no God.
...