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Encountering C. S. Lewis

1 min lectură·1 iunie 2011

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Soft, as a treasure hunter, I draw near

When coins of wisdom glimpse from his chest

And suddenly, no dragons bring me fear

...a boy like me is reading without rest.

Long, heavy, shelves of books became his friends

In endless, rainy, irish afternoons -

So, there, fantastic worlds his own attends

As music notes to Aslan\'s song attunes.

But from the childhood\'s treshold, stepped astray,

As Edmund did one time, in Witch\'s woods

A kind of sceptic Eustace\'s price he payed

In trenches, hidden with his soldier\'s boots.

...There came a day when ice began to melt

The Allhigh Lion conquered him by joy:

Before his pierced paws, surprised, he knelt

So to become The Land of Faith\'s envoy!

His magic ink of heart is spread through many

That longs for miracles in droughty plains -

Above his pilgrim\'s burden\'s rising shiny

His torch, a signpost for the Heaven\'s heirs.

(P.S.:

Since I was kid, his works of lovely beauty

Amazed me as few others did:

This task I see so grateful as a duty -

I hope, one day in Narnia we\'ll meet... )

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Murza Narcis Ioel. “Encountering C. S. Lewis.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/murza-narcis-ioel/poezie/13981628/encountering-c-s-lewis

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