Friday, February 03, 2006

Friday Poetry (a hopeful and Christological selection)

All that is gold does not glitter
NOt all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king

(Bilbo Baggins, while living in Rivendell)

1 comment:

  1. Nice.
    I love that.
    My dog Sam's registered name is Rosier's Loyal Samwise Gamgee. Could there be a better modifier?