Continuing a little series reflecting on the writings of CS Lewis – ScrewtapeJune 4, 2012
Among all the Demons, you have made me your project,
your favourite – Oh Demon named Rejection
“Leaver her untouched!” you have declared
Encircling me with insidious protection.
“She shall not know you, Demon Security, Devil Satisfaction, Sprite of Vanity,
though you shall have your corner share, esteemed my colleague Lord Insanity.
Faithlessness she is not yours,
but mine to quarry
Alone I claim her mine to worry
I shall retell her every tale,
And should her memory fail
I shall retouch the sublte hew
And with Rejection past renew”
Rejection, sir I see the quirk
of my undoing
Is your work
I see your labour, thorough strain
Rejection time and time again
Your industry doth persevere,
From infancy to middle year
Never once would you abandon post,
But lavish attention on me the most.
No event, no utterance, no friend
no allegiance, bond or task
Withstands your unnerving judgment
You answer all before I ask:
“This will be brilliant, this will fly,
This will change the world,” you cry
But breathly whisper twixt each phrase:
“That deathly be the price she pays
never-fitting, sans affection”
You win your point, Oh dark Rejection.