Poem

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.


Betapa sering jejak-jejak-Nya tak lagi dapat dicandra di tengah kegelapan malam dan rasa galau menyiksa. Tetapi Suara itu, yang lembut berkata, "Duduklah dan kecaplah Tubuh dan Darah-Ku" membuat saya sadar, Ia tidak pernah pergi meninggalkan saya seorang diri menziarahi hidup. Maka saya pun duduk, dan menyambut Tubuh dan Darah-Nya lagi. Tuhanku, Allahku. Sahabatku, Kekasihku."Tuhanku / di pintu-Mu aku mengetuk / aku tak bisa berpaling." (Chairil Anwar)