The Great Narnian Welcome

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How high did the blade of Rhindon climb

In the long arm of High King Peter

When that mighty lurch of space and time

Brought a treat than silver apples sweeter?

I wonder did Susan wipe a tear

From her milky cheek on silken sleeve

Or notch an arrow, lit with fire’s cheer,

To torch a sky not half make-believe?

And what words did Edmund’s remorse stitch

To clothe his shame before the wordsmith

Who bore him by pen from the White Witch

To the highland of the one True Myth?

And how pretty must Lucy have felt,

Golden hair shining for its author?

I stake her cordial she unbelt

To heal the years spent for him heartsore.

But what my heart most wishes I saw

Is Jack’s own face, his smile’s span,

Surprised by Joy in New Narnia,

One hand to him, her other on Aslan.

Dedication: To C. S. Lewis, a personal hero.