My heart is crushed, and broken and burned.
Black and crumbling the flesh falls away.
I cast away my heart. Who am I, Lord,
Who time and again your love betray?
I all alone beweep my outcast state.
Even my heart has now been cast aside.
Yet, lo, without myself I find I'm free,
And your grace penetrates like rays of light.
In stillness here like sun on silent sea
Your gaze is like a flood on dry, parched land.
I have no words. My words went with my heart.
Yet somehow, all my woes you understand.
When in my nakedness, darkness and fear,
I throw myself aside and find you here.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 29