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 gods I seek,
I cannot crawl an 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.
As the Ruin Falls
Clive Staples Lewis

nicholas david welch