The Breaker

(Painting by Ravi Patel - found here)

“I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt

and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and

reluctant convert in all England.”

~C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

1     A voice cries louder than the wailing wind
       To break, smash, strike the boarded heart within.
       To shatter all hopes and dreams built towering
       On shores of sandy ground, all comes falling.
5     And fire, a flame, an arrow of the sharpest aim
       Pierces me, a man, already dead and lame.
       And I had thought I had repented, but still,
       The arrow goes straight forward for the kill.
       And loud, loud, and loud is my calling cry.
10   “Enough,” I whisper, whimper, but still the sky
       Sends all its thunder, breaking, smashing, striking.
       All strongholds erect are humbled. Burning
       In a roar of a thousand waves from ancient days.
       Till last, unwilling, I come willing and say,
15   “I believe.”

~Aaron Sun