C.S. Lewis Week—Day Three

Prayer

Master, they say that when I seem

To be in speech with you,

Since you make no replies, it’ all a dream

–One talker aping two.

 

They are half right, but not as the

Imagine; rather, I

Seek in myself the things I meant to say,

And lo!  The wells are dry.

 

Then, seeing me empty, you forsake

The Listener’s role, and through

My dead lips breathe and into utterance wake

The thoughts I never knew.

 

And thus you neither need reply

Nor can; thus, while we seem

Two talking, thou art One forever, and I

No dreamer, but thy dream.

 

He understands you better that you do, Beloved.  Enjoy your Wednesday with him.