for Jack…CSLewis – November 29


a lampost in a wood

shone in his



until one day it

flowed out into

a book


and then books

and then



which felt like I’d

seen it my whole



I loved Jack

for the clarity

of his faith

and for the journey

he set me upon

following the



the echo within

of sound so pure

light so fine

realer than real

Plato essences

at the corners

every day.


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