Master, they say that when I seem
To be in speech with You,
Since You make no replies, it's all a dream -
One talker aping two.
They are half right, but not as they
Imagine; rather I
Seek in myself the things I meant to say,
And lo! the wells are dry.
Then, seeing me empty, You forsake
The Listener's role, and through
My dead lips breathe, and into utterances wake
The thoughts I never knew...
"Prayer" by C.S. Lewis
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