(29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)

This

This is how I survive
this is my sanity
I've come to not expect
miracles from mortals
so here is my relief
a world the way I want it
built by my own hands
when I trip and fall
a soft place to land
exceed my expectations
no trade off in it's place
my comfort is simple
enjoy the sweet memory of your face

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Oh. My. Word. I zipped up to look at his biography because his outlook was so bleak that I thought perhaps he was writing from prison. OH. MY. WORD. Look at his name again! ! ! ! It is C. S. LEWIS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! The man usually writes novels, essays, works praising the Lord God! ! ! ! ! ! Wow, look at him go on this theme- - he has turned himself inside out to reflect the heart and soul of the lost. Stunning work without even knowing who wrote it! ! I was so into the persona of a prisoner without hope that I thought the author had to be a prisoner! Well, we all are or have been a prisoner to darkness and hopelessness and C.S. Lewis, a man of God, knows the feeling and that is why he can write us to joy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
People go on about God, so how did good men think before they could conceptualize tomorrow.. iip
I appreciate the effort took to put his reflection in a poem!
Meaninglessness and the insignificance of existence. Yet while we are alive, we must care. This is a very good poem but some will not like it because it seems atheistic.
Nice.Anyhow the life has to go on despite the pain and suffering. Very nice.
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