Here the whole world (stars, water, air,
And field, and forest, as they were
Reflected in a single mind)
Like cast off clothes was left behind
In ashes, yet with hopes that she,
Re-born from holy poverty,
In lenten lands, hereafter may
Resume them on her Easter Day.
This was the epitaph written by C.S. Lewis for his wife Joy, for her cremation memorial after her death from cancer at age 45. Isn't it heartbreaking? Isn't it hopeful? In Christ we will be reborn, even from the ashes of this world, in the ultimate Easter celebration, when He comes again to make all things new.
1 comment:
Have mercy, Clive Staples. Hey, we'll get to hang out with him someday. He can lead our book club.
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