"No Coward Soul is Mine" -Emily Bronte

What really struck me about this poem was the fact that the speaker contradicts herself. She begins by speaking of "Heaven's glories," "O God within my breast," and the "Allmight ever-present Deity," and goes on to say "vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts." In the beginning, she seems to be praising God through one of these "worthless" creeds, but then takes on a more existential point of view. We see that her view of God is not a Kevin Costtner look-alike floating overhead on a throne of clouds; instead, her Almighty God is all that was, is, and that which will be. It's interesting that she says "what thou art may never be destroyed," if you consider this infinite force to be a type of energy. Scientifically, the laws of conservation say that energy cannot be created or destroyed; rather, it is simply transferred and manifested in a new way. All things that ever exist will never truly cease to be.