Claim God moves mysterious for us all <br />and yet I saw a brainless insect flutter <br />with dance, with shuffle- stagger, twist, totter <br />his drunken trail on a crooked wall <br />more thoughtfully direct (though a fly) <br />than your ice-cold God in blue bedlam-sky!<br /><br />Shelley Byron Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thy-will/
