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Okay, I knew in the background of my mind that C.S. Lewis wasn't exactly a fluffy bunny kind of writer; even his best known stuff is at least somewhat disturbing. But this one really tweaked my brain a bit:
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness' and pardon's watery element
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
Brrr.... And now back to my regularly scheduled cheeriness, oddly buoyed by that glimpse into darkness.
Light and laughter,
SongCoyote
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness' and pardon's watery element
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
Brrr.... And now back to my regularly scheduled cheeriness, oddly buoyed by that glimpse into darkness.
Light and laughter,
SongCoyote