What Tomas An Buile Said In a Pub
By James Stephens, 1882
(A ballad to the American Irish)
I saw God.
Do you doubt it?
Do you dare to doubt it?
I saw the Almighty Man. His hand
Was resting on a mountain, and
He looked upon the World and all about it:
I saw him plainer than you see me now, You mustn't doubt it.
He was not satisfied; His look was all dissatisfied.
His beard swung on a wind far out of sight
Behind the world's curve, and there was light
Most fearful from His forehead, and
He sighed, "That star went always wrong, and from the start I was dissatisfied.
"He lifted up His hand—I say He heaved a dreadful hand Over the spinning Earth.
Then I said, "Stay, You must not strike it, God; I'm in the way; And I will never move from where I stand."
He said, "Dear child, I feared that you were dead, "And stayed His hand