Batter My Heart

This morning I prayed one of my favorite poems, John Donne’s Holy Sonnet XIV:


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,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved 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.

12. November 2008 by Justin Buzzard
Categories: Leadership | 2 comments

Comments (2)

  1. I find this such an amazing, expressive and personally challenging poem. I too have prayed it more than once.

  2. Great prayer… wow. I’m scribbling that in my journal.

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