i <br /> <br />Blustering God, <br />Stamping across the sky <br />With loud swagger, <br />I fear You not. <br />No, though from Your highest heaven <br />You plunge Your spear at my heart, <br />I fear You not. <br />No, not if the blow <br />Is as the lightning blasting a tree, <br />I fear You not, puffing braggart. <br /> <br />ii <br /> <br />If Thou canst see into my heart <br />That I fear Thee not, <br />Thou wilt see why I fear Thee not, <br />And why it is right. <br />So threaten not, Thou, with Thy bloody spears, <br />Else Thy sublime ears shall hear curses. <br /> <br />iii <br /> <br />Withal, there is One whom I fear: <br />I fear to see grief upon that face. <br />Perchance, friend, He is not your God; <br />If so, spit upon Him. <br />By it you will do no profanity. <br />But I -- <br />Ah, sooner would I die <br />Than see tears in those eyes of my soul.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blistering-god/
