Daily Reflection:
This poem, one of Herbert’s best known, expresses both his deep sense of his own unworthiness and his growing realisation that God welcomes us, not because we have done anything to deserve his love, but because he is Love.
A profound thought to meditate on this Lent.
Revd RosemaryLove III (George Herbert, 1593-1633)
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
A guest’, I answered, ‘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 marred 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.