sunrise comes

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 beeches 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 forever dwell:
I will not say that Day is done,
nor bid the stars farewell.
~Tolkien from the return of the king

My perspective has been a little skewed of late. But God is faithful to re-adjust me ever so kindly. Hence the poem. It reminds me of psalms. {I'm not saying I'm at journey's end or depressed or locked in a dungeon in Mordor...} It's from the last book in the "Rings" trilogy. Sam thinks he is at the end of it all, captured by evil. Does he wish he'd never started the journey? No. He turns his thoughts to home and what lies beyond his cell and sings of all things!
I want to sing when I am struggling with hardness. Especially considering how very small and light my troubles are. He is good.
and Sovereign,
all there is to do is:


Lazure said...

Damaris, you're a great writer. I just wanted to tell you that. :)

Aaron said...

Tolkien is a great poem writer. Have you read his newest book The Children of Hurin? His son finished it for him, but its still really good.