As the Ruin Falls
(a poem by CS Lewis)
“All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends merely to serve my turn.
Peace, reassurance pleasure are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love–as scholars’ parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm and everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow a man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.”
Let it be, Lord. Let it be. Let me embrace my suffering as you did yours. You model this for us to follow. But yours was so much more.