Though giant rains put out the sun, <br />Here stand I for a sign. <br />Though earth be filled with waters dark, <br />My cup is filled with wine. <br />Tell to the trembling priests that here <br />Under the deluge rod, <br />One nameless, tattered, broken man <br />Stood up, and drank to God. <br /> <br />Sun has been where the rain is now, <br />Bees in the heat to hum, <br />Haply a humming maiden came, <br />Now let the deluge come: <br />Brown of aureole, green of garb, <br />Straight as a golden rod, <br />Drink to the throne of thunder now! <br />Drink to the wrath of God. <br /> <br />High in the wreck I held the cup, <br />I clutched my rusty sword, <br />I cocked my tattered feather <br />To the glory of the Lord. <br />Not undone were the heaven and earth, <br />This hollow world thrown up, <br />Before one man had stood up straight, <br />And drained it like a cup.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deluge-2/
