In the lust of my strength <br />I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me: <br />I might as well have cursed the stars. <br />In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute <br />And I cursed God for my suffering; <br />Still He paid no attention to me; <br />He left me alone, as He had always done. <br />I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple. <br />Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me: <br />Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him. <br />One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet <br />And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God, <br />So I tried to make friends with Him; <br />But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet. <br />Now I was very close to the secret, <br />For I really could make friends with the bouquet <br />By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet <br />And so I was creeping upon the secret, but --<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-ballard/
