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Today we remember the life of John Donne, poet and priest, 1631.

I post below one of my favourites Donne poems, expressing very human emotions with a deep theological undertone. I will leave readers to discover that for themselves.

Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help by John Donne

Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have giv'n him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

Roger

I consecrate to you, my Lord and my God, this day and all that is in it, all that you ask of me and all you give me....