Lewis-Keaggy All this is flashy rhetoric about loving youI never had a selfless thought since I was bornI am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seekI cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lackI see the chasm. And everything you are was makingMy heart into a bridge by which I might get backFrom exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breakingFor this I bless you as the ruin falls. The painsYou give me are more precious than all other gains
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