Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Apologist’s Evening Prayer

From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
C.S. Lewis at tea timeFrom all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on They behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of They divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.

Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust, instead
of Thee, their thin-worn image of They head.
From all my thoughts,
even from my thoughts of Thee,
O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and the needle’s eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.

C.S. Lewis, Poems (1964).

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  1. Sorry I missed the Friday reading :( Too busy worked on a post for SamaritanXP! It's an interesting one, exploring whether we as Christians should be offended by an ad designed to attack Catholics.

    Anyhow, we've still only scratched the surface of Lewis' writings! Much more to come!

  2. Typo: Should be "Thy divinity" on line 5.

  3. also on line 3, and on line 2 of 2nd stanza