C. S. Lewis’s Buried Gold: “Break, Sun, My Crusted Earth”
Break, sun, my crusted earth, Pierce, needle of light, within, Where blind, immortal metals have their birth And crystals firm begin. To limbs and loins and heart Search with thy chemic beam, Strike where the self I know not lives apart Beneath the surface dream. For Life in secret goes About his work. In gloom The mother helping not nor Read More ›