I recently re-read one of my favorite C. S. Lewis poems and
discovered it to be surprisingly contemporary.
THE APOLOGIST’S EVENING PRAYER
From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
From all the victories that I seemed to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.
Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust, instead
Of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
O Thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and the needle’s eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.
After my initial chuckle (I had forgotten that word), I
realized the prayer/poem was really about me. Lest I become smug in my
judgments, I was reminded that I, too, am capable of arrogance and
small-mindedness.
Lord Jesus, have mercy on us all.
