Words That Stick

a nod to John Donne’s Sonnet XIV

Photo by Egor Myznik on Unsplash

Chaplain, you “batter my heart” and I breathe.
Your assertion about no pride in death,
and passing of death brings you eternity.
Your words, the rhythm beats in my heart.

“Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.”
I devour your words barely even thinking
they reach my…