I nearly wrote a post about a post of a certain Christian teenage blog that I at times heartily disagree with, then read this:

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.
-C.S. Lewis, Poems

Although I don’t fully ‘get it’ (because I haven’t given it enough time). I am convicted. Stupid brilliant literature – even though it rhymes. I am not going to write that post. Even though I really really want to.

props to Bob.


Related posts:

  1. No night there (abridged)
  2. Safe
  3. Try this on for size
  4. And love to me is when… (altered to make some kind of vague sense)
  5. Christmas in May (unabridged)

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