"Do humbly..."

I am behind in my musings. And it will be another day before I attempt to catch up. So in the mean-while, and as the first rain of fall beats a hornpipe on my roof, I offer this— a favorite poem from the pen of C.S. Lewis, found many years ago and learned off nearly by heart. It should be a banner-thought for this page....
The Apologist's Evening Prayer
From all my lame defeats and oh! Much more
From all the victories that I seem to score;
From cleverness shot forth on Thy behalf
At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh;
From all my proofs of Thy divinity,
Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.
Thoughts are but coins. Let me not trust instead
Of Thee, their thin-worn image of Thy head.
From all my thoughts, even from my thoughts of Thee,
O thou fair Silence, fall, and set me free.
Lord of the narrow gate and the needle's eye,
Take from me all my trumpery lest I die.