one elle of a blog.

//Even if I could reach the same conclusion without God, coming to that conclusion with God brings a peace and assuredness that is worth the wait and struggle of getting to that conclusion with God.//

//ten stories//mewithoutYou//

//born & raised//john mayer//

//the looking away//animal kingdom//

//birdy deluxe version//birdy//

//bloom//beach house//

//…little broken hearts//norah jones//

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 an usurp’d town to another due,

Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;

Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain,

But am betroth’d 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.

Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Person’d God

John Donne

If I am a house, and God is a fire, sweeping through my rooms to burn all that is not of His Kingdom, saving all that is, what would I look like after he passed through the threshold of the back door?

Would I recognize myself? Would I continue to exist as a house?

I think I would see embers and ashes, lying on the floor of my salvation.

//I am a house on fire, and you couldn’t understand why.

Burn me all to the ground, I said, the fire is on the inside.//

     The absence of indisposition

The inundation of your care; 

     These make for deepest heartache. 

     Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. 

     If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.

     For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

     Therefore, let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;

     And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live  through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

The Prophet

Kahlil Gibran