Clive Staples Lewis

(29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)

Our Daily Bread - Poem by Clive Staples Lewis

We need no barbarous words nor solemn spell
To raise the unknown. It lies before our feet;
There have been men who sank down into Hell
In some suburban street,

And some there are that in their daily walks
Have met archangels fresh from sight of God,
Or watched how in their beans and cabbage-stalks
Long files of faerie trod.

Often me too the Living voices call
In many a vulgar and habitual place,
I catch a sight of lands beyond the wall,
I see a strange god’s face.

And some day this work will work upon me so
I shall arise and leave both friends and home
And over many lands a pilgrim go
Through alien woods and foam,

Seeking the last steep edges of the earth
Whence I may leap into that gulf of light
Wherein, before my narrowing Self had birth,
Part of me lived aright.


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  • Brian Jani (7/4/2014 6:56:00 AM)


    Bravo! ! .daily bread This is fine poetry Mr Lewis. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012



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