Scribe of the Kingdom, Keeper of the Door
As well as being St. Cecilia’s day, 22nd November is also the day C.S. Lewis died in 1963. I remember the great celebration of his life, work and witness we had throughout 2013 and especially the honour and pleasure I had in lecturing on him at St. Margaret’s Westminster and attending the ceremony at which his memorial stone was installed in Poet’s corner, an event that would not have taken place without the hard work and foresight of Michael Ward amongst others. I wrote a sonnet for Lewis as part of that year of celebration, and so, on the anniversary of his death, I am posting it here. It was published in my volume of poems The Singing Bowl, with Canterbury Press.
As usual you can hear me read the poem by clicking on the title of the poem.
From ‘Beer and Beowulf’ to the seven heavens,
Whose music you conduct from sphere to sphere,
You are our portal to those hidden havens
Whence we return to bless our being here.
Scribe of the Kingdom, keeper of the door
Which opens on to all we might have lost,
Ward of a word-hoard in the deep hearts core
Telling the tale of Love from first to last.
Generous, capacious, open, free,
Your wardrobe-mind has furnished us with worlds
Through which to travel, whence we learn to see
Along the beam, and hear at last the heralds,
Sounding their summons, through the stars that sing,
Whose call at sunrise brings us to our King.
Your wardrobe mind has furnished us with worlds.
Republished with gracious permission from Malcolm Guite’s website.
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The featured image is a photograph of a statue of C. S. Lewis looking into a wardrobe, entitled “The Searcher,” by Ross Wilson. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Thank you for posting this vey beautiful sonnet celebrating a man so many of us have enjoyed listening to and return to for inspiration when the days become too long and the night appears endless.