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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Ballard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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 --</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>