Miranda Threlfall-Holmes discusses one of my favorite poems, The Agony by George Herbert. It is about how we try to measure everything, neglecting what cannot be measured; namely, sin and love. But these can be known in their depths as they come together in the Cross of Jesus Christ. The poem concludes with these lines on the Sacrament:
Love is that liquor sweet and most divine
Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.