Clive Staples Lewis (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963)

C.S. Lewis’ best work was not his poetry, but he wrote some great poems anyway, and in remembering his life and death as a Christian saint and teacher, it seems fitting to share this brief piece.

After Prayers, Lie Cold

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 by 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.

Almighty God, you gave to your servant, Clive Staples Lewis, special gifts of grace to understand and teach the truth as it is in Christ Jesus: Grant that by this teaching we may know you, the one true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.  Amen.

(1979 BCP, “Of a Theologian and Teacher,” p. 249)

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related post: “I Believe in…the Communion of Saints”

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