as i crawl through the process of formulating my second paper for british literature, i stumbled upon a sonnet by john donne that demanded my attention. as i meditated over the carefully crafted words of this early 17th century poet, his sonnet slowly shaped itself into a prayer of my heart.
holy sonnet #14
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise adn stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new...