In anguish my heart searches, seeking rest,
But there is none: two wills divide my mind.
My evil thoughts and actions I detest,
But somehow cannot bear to leave behind.
I feel this battle in my soul increase;
This sin I hate, yet love, grips me with force.
These habits, when will they at last decease?
They promise joy; I only know remorse.
Almighty God! From sins, deliver me!
These worthless things I somehow love, destroy!
From hollow, fruitless pleasures, set me free,
And make me captive to Your greater joy.
You’ve taught my restless heart to rest in You;
I now know joy unmeasured, joy most true.
(A sonnet I wrote for a school assignment, inspired by Augustine’s Confessions.)