I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind <br />And did He stoop to quibble could tell why <br />The little buried mole continues blind, <br />Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, <br />Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus <br />Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare <br />If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus <br />To struggle up a never-ending stair. <br />Inscrutable His ways are, and immune <br />To catechism by a mind too strewn <br />With petty cares to slightly understand <br />What awful brain compels His awful hand. <br />Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: <br />To make a poet black, and bid him sing!<br /><br />Countee Cullen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-do-i-marvel/
