A Sabbath Poem (Lewis)

      THE APOLOGIST'S EVENING PRAYER
     ~ by C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)

      From all my lame defeats and oh! much more
      From all the victories that I seemed to score;
      From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
      At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
      From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
      Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.

      Thoughts are but coins.  Let me not trust, instead
      of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
      From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
      O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
      Lord of the narrow gate and needle's eye,
      Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.

      (source:  sorry, can't remember)