Sarah Bessey made a suggestion this week that we read just a bit more poetry. I concur. “Productivity isn’t always the boss of us.”
“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 a 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 breath that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except that you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.”
–John Donne, Holy Sonnets XIV