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 says " 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 .......
Amazing how they wrote in the 1600 , Mr. George Herbert wrote this He was in the clergy as well as poet.
This poem at that time raised religious questions that still don't have answers .