“Love bade me welcome
But my soul drew back…”
So begins one of George Herbert’s great poems, called “Love (III)”.
Although Herbert is not very well known as a poet, he writes with a powerful simplicity. He understands love, suffering and inner struggles.
Many of his lines have inspired me. This is how his poem “The Call” begins:

And these words are from a great poem called “The Flower”, about dealing with storms in life, and then “budding again”:

One of my self-published collections is called “The Joy of Creation”, and I imitated his style in this piece, which called by the same name:
For the Joy of Creation
~
See my first grey hairs have come
but will they also take my brain?
Can I not remain
in writing fine and witty?
~
Sure, my God would not care so
as long as my verses still contain
You are still my God at heart,
which is the richest part
~
And while my body wastes away
I am renewed within and constantly
And as I age
that is my brightest day.
~
So if I keep my lovely lines
or not is not for me to say
All I could ever dare
was You are still my God
~
If I have written this
which ever way it is
then I have written fair.
~

This is from an earlier collection, chronologically, again in Herbert’s simple style.
~
‘I took your book’
~
I took your book
and read
~
It said you bled
for me
~
They cried
who watched you die
~
But joy now fills my heart
I’ll not part
~
From your ways
all my days.
~

If you are interested in reading more, there are many, many thoughtful, wonderful poems by him. “Prayer (I)” is particularly wonderful, packed full of metaphors. And “Heaven” is another fantastic poem, where each alternate line answers the previous merely by echoing part of the previous rhyming word.
On 27th February, the poet George Herbert is celebrated and remembered. You can read about his life here.~
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