Restraint

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.