Trinity Sunday Year C
Sunday 16th June 2019
Image supplied by Gail Davis
Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The
effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone
else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.
This Sunday's Poetry
Of three in One and One in three
My narrow mind would doubting be
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met
And all at once were Juliet.
Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter my heart
Batter my heart, three-personed 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 usurped town, to another due,
Labor 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 betrothed 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.