To my lovely Prinks as she sets out to Delhi
P.T dear, run to Jesus our refuge and rampart Securely from there every lie you can thwart He is able to accomplish infinitely more Wait on him and like an eagle you will soar Modernism, Romanticism, Indian Literature And every word that tries to paint an impressionist picture You will grasp even without a Roy or Geeti lecture For you have the Lord beside you dear sister With Shakespeare, Conrad and DH Lawrence You may have been to England, Congo and Florence But when that Air India flight in Delhi will be landing Trust in the LORD and not on your understanding Thank you for asking Taz and me to pray Your requests we shall at our father's feet lay In our prayers which shall like fragrance rise First list and single room we shall emphasize Even as we wait to see God's plan In the life of this CS Lewis fan Of this I can boldly assure No lie can this truth obscure- The world will see more of him through you Amidst the plentiful harvest and laborers few.
