Advent Reflection #13: John Donne


I love this sonnet from John Donne.  If 17th century verse doesn’t butter your toast or frost your flakes, jump down to the last two lines.  They beautifully capture the wonder of the Incarnation.

Holy Sonnet XV

Wilt thou love God, as He thee? then digest,

My Soule, this wholsome meditation,

How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on

In heaven, doth make His Temple in thy brest.

The Father having begot a Sonne most blest,

And still begetting, (for He ne’r begonne)

Hath deign’d to chuse thee by adoption,

Coheire to His glory, and Sabbaths endlesse rest;

And as a robb’d man, which by search doth finde

His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy it againe;

The Sonne of glory came downe, and was slaine,

Us whom He had made, and Satan stolne, to unbinde.

‘Twas much, that man was made like God before,

But, that God should be made like man, much more.


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