April 2005


17 Apr 2005

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, re-assurance, 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.

This is such a lovely poem by Lewis, put perfectly to music by Phil Keaggy many years ago on the Love Broke Through CD (sadly out of print). One interpretation of the poem lies here, although it could as easily be directed at his Creator.

06 Apr 2005

There is something strange, wondrous even, about a cat’s eyes. Look into them while they lazily stare, unblinkingly, at you, and you can see a glimpse of eternity. The Maker’s footprint is on all of His creation.