JESU by George Herbert
Yesterday while continuing my project to gradually and systematically weed through, organize and de-clutter our apartment, I was dusting a bookshelf and happened to come across an old college textbook on 17th c. poetry. Feeling wry fondness for the faded green hardback, I pulled it and dipped in.
I came across a George Herbert poem, actually several of them, already marked up in now-faded pen, by the “me” of 37 or so years ago, and they touched my heart, spoke to me, even YET, and YET AGAIN! Especially this one!
Jesus is in my heart, His sacred name
Is deeply carvèd there, but th’other week
A great affliction broke the little frame,
Even all to pieces, which I went to seek:
And first I found the corner, where was J,
After, where ES, and next, where U was graved.
When I had got these parcels, instantly
I sat me down to spell them and percieved
That to my broken heart he was “I ease you”
and to my whole is JESU.
-George Herbert, a pastor in the 17th century.