He Loves Me

That God should love me is more wonderful
Than that I so imperfectly love him.
My reason is mortality, and dim
Senses; his--oh, insupportable--
Is that he sees me. Even when I pull
Dark thoughts about my head, each vein and limb
Delights him, though remembrance in him, grim
With my worst crimes, should prove me horrible.

And he has terrors that he can release.
But when he looks he loves me; which is why
I wonder; and my wonder must increase
Till more of it shall slay me. Yet I live,
I live; and he has never ceased to give
This glance at me that sweetens the whole sky.

by Mark Van Doren

Comments (4)

With humility and firmness of your faith in God, you strengthen the foundation of your resolve to seek His support- come what may. Thank you, Mark. Here, I quote a few lines: But when he looks he loves me; which is why.... I wonder...
More wonderful! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A successful poem in a tenuous genre. Justifies faith for faith's sake.
A prayer of the God for his magnanimity and love and care for human beings, the poet included. Thanks for sharing.