As The Ruin Falls

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, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one 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.

by Clive Staples Lewis

Comments (8)

Yes - You'll recollect your friend wonderfully penned
Lovely poem showing the value and important of a gift is in this materialistic world.
Lovely poem. It shows how a small gift can bolster a relationship with a friend in the times to come. Thanks. I am tempted to translate it.
The little bag, a wonderful memento symbolizing the memory of friend as well as it's utility to keep a needle. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
We need to know more about the actual bag. Was it full of needles? Did it have a mirror on the outside? Otherwise it doesn't make much sense.
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