Sunday, March 22, 2015

As the Ruin Falls

This poem by CS Lewis has long been one of my favorites.  It is a very 'Lenten' poem, and I offer it to you all, apropos of the season. . .


As the Ruin Falls by CS Lewis

All this is 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 - a scholar's 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 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.


  1. Well, not a pick-me-up, but Sunday's a-comin!

    1. Well, it gets downright hopeful by the end. But, it's always good to have a sober self-assessment, right?

  2. Food for thought.
    Then again, I know it's all about me.

    1. Well, see, I thought he was writin' about me. . .

  3. I wasn't familiar with this one, thank you.. excellent, and now I have to dig out my CS and do some more reading- so, thanks twice, it's always a pleasure to be reminded of old favorites

    1. One can never read too much Lewis. Or at least, so it seems to me. . .

  4. Wait, you mean he was as bad as the rest of us? Go figure ....

    1. It's in the fine print; nobody gets to be a saint unless they're a sinner first. . .


  5. Every time I read something by him, I'm amazed by how much it reaches into my depths to pull up something I might not want to see (but which, by the seeing, I have an opportunity for improvement.) Thanks!