Sunday, October 25, 2009

Poem

Bitter-sweet

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

2 comments:

Melodie said...

Can't tell you how timely this was for me today. Thanks!

Biz said...

seriously, sister. thanks for sharing this.