Love (III) by George Herbert
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d any thing.
“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.
I have been thinking a lot about love this week spurred on by an amazing chapter in The Good and Beautiful God, my small group, and the above poem by George Herbert. Is it a coincidence that a biography about Mother Teressa was planned for our homeschool curriculum at the same time? Questions about how I accept love, how I want to love others and what love really should look like are consuming my soul.
Thinking. Praying. Sharing.