A Christian on Humanity   
      
   (a found poem)   
      
   The God that holds you   
   over the pit of hell,   
   much as one holds a spider   
   or some loathsome insect   
   over the fire, abhors you,   
   and is dreadfully provoked.   
   His wrath towards you burns like fire;   
   he looks upon you as worthy   
   of nothing else but to be cast   
   into the fire.   
   He is of purer eyes   
   than to bear you in his sight;   
   you are ten thousand times as abominable   
   in his eyes as the most hateful, venomous   
   serpent is in ours.   
      
   You have offended him infinitely   
   more than ever a stubborn rebel   
   did his prince, and yet it is nothing   
   but his hand that holds you   
   from falling into the fire   
   every moment. It is to be ascribed to nothing   
   else that you did not got to hell   
   the last night; that you were suffered   
   to awake again in this world,   
   after you closed your eyes   
   to sleep. And there is no other   
   reason to be given why   
   you have not dropped into hell   
   since you arose in the morning,   
   but that God's hand has held you up.   
   There is no other reason to be given   
   why you have not gone to hell   
   since you have sat here   
   in the house of God   
   provoking his pure eye   
   by your sinful, wicked manner   
   of attending his solemn worship.   
   Yea, there is nothing else   
   that is to be given as a reason   
   why you do not this very moment   
   drop down into hell.   
      
      
   (from Jonathan Edwards, /Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God/)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)