Further Up and Further In
Drenched in sweat and heat and dirt,
Tirian am I,
Fighting for all Narnia
In front of a hellish sty.
Rishda Tarkaan drives me
To that mouth-like door.
Many friends of mine
Have passed this way before.
"Come meet Tash yourself" I cry
As I push Rishda through the door.
Without courage now he lies
Broken on the floor.
And from that door Tash appears
And jerks his beak
At the Tarkaan and looks cruelly at me.
My survival seems bleak.
"Be gone," says a noble voice
From within the door
Tash leaves and
Is not seen in Narnia anymore.
I look at my surroundings of the stable within.
Bright flowers and green grass;
The inside bigger than the in,
With a sky as clear as glass.
I'm clothed clean and fresh
Like at a banquet or feast.
I am met by the kings and queens of old
Of our deeds I feel the least.
Aslan appears and with that golden mane
Praises me for I've been and what I was in.
And then he turns and runs calling,
"Further up and further in!"
I follow him through that beautiful country;
My own Narnia. Over hill, past fen
Through water and in field.
Always heading further up and further in.
