“All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am a mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I 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.”
This is one of the reasons I love to read Lewis, he is reflective, thoughtful, and brutally honest in his writing.
I remember the first time I read this poem, I was forced to think of own state of depravity in contrast to the riches of God’s grace shown to me in the Gospel.