Batter my heart, three-personed God . . .
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
—John Donne, "Batter My Heart," lines 1, 12–14
Crumbs fallen from the table of the King—from his Word, his workmen, and his world.