I miss my forays into the study of poetry.
I encourage you today, to find a poet you enjoy. Whitman, Donne, Herbet, Shakespeare, Carmichael, whoever he or she may be, pick up a poem or two. Enjoy. Breathe in.
Today, for me, is Donne. One of my personal favorite poets. Enjoy. 🙂
A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER
by John Donne
I.
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
II.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
III.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more.
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Posted on November 11, 2010 by Leigh Gorham
Poetry and Soul
I miss my forays into the study of poetry.
I encourage you today, to find a poet you enjoy. Whitman, Donne, Herbet, Shakespeare, Carmichael, whoever he or she may be, pick up a poem or two. Enjoy. Breathe in.
Today, for me, is Donne. One of my personal favorite poets. Enjoy. 🙂
A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER
by John Donne
I.
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
II.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
III.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more.
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