Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Apologist's Evening Prayer
Now that the discussions on my Q&A responses at Hemant's blog are winding down, I'm put in mind of C.S. Lewis' poem "The Apologist's Evening Prayer" (btw, I mean "apologist" in the broad sense of simply explaining my faith, not that I was necessarily trying to convince anyone):From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
From all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy 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 Thy 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.
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Thanks for that Mike... have to love Lewis's poetry. Very honest stuff.