and forth, live and die, burn and be damned,
The great heart beating, pumping into our arteries His
He is beautiful beyond belief.
And we, God's apes -- or tragic children -- share in the beauty.
We see it above our torment, that's what life's for.
He is no God of love, no justice of a little city like Dante's
Florence, no anthropoid God
Making commandments, : this is the God who does not care
and will never cease.
(A chunk of a poem from a poet that I had encountered in--of all places, I think a chapter quote from Watership Down or something--and finally found via Metafilter. This bit struck me for some reason.)