Point Lobos

I stood on Point Lobos one winter day,
    Where the sandals of angels trod.
It seemed that this visage near Monterey,
    Was the fatherly face of God.

I walked by the beach where the sea gulls soar,
    And I paused on the sifting sand.
The tongues of the deep lapped the sandy shore
    While I kneeled, and impressed my hand.

I rose in respect for the wondrous sight,
    That the seraphs of God acclaim,
And climbed to the crest of its topmost height
    Where I shouted, aloud, my name.

The pulsating sea swept away the dent
    Of my band where the sands were rife.
My name was inscribed in God's firmament,
    On a leaf of His "Book of Life".