The meandering thoughts of a modern-day hearth witch.


Sunday, 11 April 2010

Hope


Journey's End
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.

J.R.R.Tolkien

4 musings:

Anna xx said...

God Bless hun. xxx

Mother's Moon's Message said...

blessings to you..

Avie said...

Thank you both for your kind blessings. xx

Missy AKA Little Messy Missy said...

Nice little blog...I will be back!

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