I sometimes wonder if the mighty God <br />Cares aught about the little deeds of men; <br />And if their day and time can reach his ken <br />Or raise their breath above the hungry sod. <br />Does He who lightly holds th' eternal rod, <br />Now taut, now loose, the threads of Why and When? <br />Giving passing heed--or be they one or ten-- <br />To one-time flesh but now the wind-blown clod? <br /> <br />If men can die who never yet knew life, <br />And, smiling, hold it is no strange affair; <br />Or live when death were welcome boon of strife, <br />Torn, broken sheaves the ghostly reapers spare; <br />The saints must grieve for earthly sorrows rife, <br />And God must heed, yea surely, God must care.<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sometimes-wonder-if-the-mighty-god/
