Interesting ... disturbing?

But God is up in heaven
And he doesn't do a thing,
with a million of angels watching,
And they never move a wing...
It's God they ought to crucify
Instead of you and me,
I said to this Carpenter
A-hanging on the tree.

- by Sindey Carter



Who never eat with tears his bread,

Who never through night's heavy hours
Sat weeping on his lonely bed,--

He knows you not, ye heavenly powers!

Through you the paths of life we gain,

Ye let poor mortals go astray,
And then abandon them to pain,--

E'en here the penalty we pay,


Goethe Poems from "Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship."
Book II., Chap. XIII.


Recently I had an experience of eating bread with tears, when the stress built up to a point I felt was pretty unbearable. It's odd that I should find such a poem.