POST #5
Still recovering. No new nightmares since
The Mourner's Comforter
--that "small, obscure book"
One nightmare close in memory
--a terrifying quagmire
Feeling its repulsive grit
Swallowing me.
Quicksand.
Searching bookshelves again
SURPRISED BY JOY
Bought years earlier
Set aside and forgotten
Now into it, seeking
All those British lit references
...Keep going
Aha. Page 237
I know very well when, but hardly how,
the final step was taken.
I was driven to Whipsnade one sunny morning. When we set out I did not believe that
Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and
when we reached the zoo I did.
Yet I had not exactly spent the journey in thought.
Nor in great emotion. It was more like when a man, after
long sleep, still lying motionless in bed, becomes
aware that he is now awake.*
~CS Lewis
I understand, somehow, yet could I, too, ever be that sure?
