Bitter-sweetHT: Desiring God
Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.
I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love.
— George Herbert
Friday, November 13, 2009
A poem fit
I was struck by the simple power of these words this week:
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