Stephen Crane

 "A Spirit Sped"

A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.

I think that this poem is saying that we need to be grateful for 

all of the things that God has and will do for us. We always want

to go to God when we are times of trouble and sometimes we forget

that we just need to give him praise. We should never deny the love

that God has for us because only bad can come out of that. That is

what I think Crane is maybe trying to say.