After Prayers Lie Cold By C S Lewis

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.

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