They tell me, Lord, that when I seem
To be in speech with You,
Since but one voice is heard, it's all a dream,
One talker aping two.
Sometimes it is, yet not as they
Conceive it. Rather, I
Seek in myself the things I hoped to say,
But lo! my wells are dry.
Then, seeing me empty, You forsake
The listener's rôle and through
My dumb lips breathe and into utterance wake
The thoughts I never knew.
And thus You neither need reply
Nor can; thus while we seem
Two talkers, Thou art One forever, and I
No dreamer, but thy dream.
~ C. S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm Chiefly on Prayer