I remember where I was when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, when Elvis died and when I proposed to my wife.
I also remember the first time I ever heard this poem. I was stunned. It rocked my spiritual world. It is my heart’s cry, then and now.
John Donne swung for the fences and touched’em all. I’m not sure you can do better unless you right God-inspired Psalms.
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town to’another due,
Labor to’admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly’I love you, and would be lov’d fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me,’untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you’enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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