I’m not a great lover of poetry. Allegory, in general, usually goes right over my head. But when I was in college, just before God completely turned my world upside down, I read the following poem and it touched me, deeply. This poem became my prayer, the cry of my heart, although I never actually spoke the words outloud to God. I’ve never forgotten it. I was thinking of it again today, and wanted to share…
Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee,’and bend
Your force, to breake, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due,
Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearley’I love you,’and would be loved faine,
But am betroth’d unto your enemie:
Divorce mee,’untie, or breake that knot againe,
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.