Arnold Hounsom Poems

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;
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In life an atheist was he,
Devoid of any Christian faith;
Proclaiming loudly, confident,
There was no God.
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Take a spot conducive to reflection--
on the state of man
perhaps the total universe--
or even just a rose;
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