After Prayers, Lie Cold..
Arise my body, my small body, we have strivenEnough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
and be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night,
A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
by dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
to weariness'and pardon's watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
CS Lewis
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I have always like CS Lewis style of writing. Its simple enough to understand, yet ever so deep to be able to oft gain new meanings.
posted by jokejong @ 10/13/2006 12:03:00 PM
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