A poem by C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis was one of the finest prose-writers of the twentieth century—which writer wouldn’t give an arm and a leg to be able to write like that? On the other hand, Lewis was never much of a poet (and he was well aware of this, although he continued to write poetry from time to time). But I have always liked one of his poems: the beautiful epitaph on the headstone of his deceased wife’s grave.
Here the whole world
(stars, water, air,
And field, and forest, as they were
Reflected in a single mind)
Like cast off clothes was left behind
In ashes, yet with hopes that she,
Re-born from holy poverty,
In lenten lands, hereafter may
Resume them on her Easter Day.
—from C. S. Lewis, Poems (1992)
I am an unknown poet,so i join my fellow outcasts
in the class of anonymous.my heart and soul and words may glow and reveal my heart,but i remain anonymous,i am not a saint or nobleman,but i am humble and God has truly taught me humility,i create poetry from a little brick house in a big city jungle,i'm clever and crafty at times,absurd and unprepared at other times. but my faith i keep while i aim to express my humanity, i exercise the first commandment of the law,not being able to love myself ,my love for others has become stalled.i pray for guidance for love of self ,then shall i be ready to love another and prove to the lord that i have fulfilled the first commandment of the law.
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