Re-Reading Tolkien for Lent
Across the page, across the words, soft light
Soft morning light at play this quiet day
This stand-down day when duty does not call
Not call, and life is for a few hours free
Ink on a page, now forming into songs
Songs that were old when this green world was new
And fields of flowers were as fields of stars
Fields of Creation and eternal Hope
O happy fields forever, here, right here
Across the page, across the words, soft light
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
Re-Reading Tolkien for Lent
Across the page, across the words, soft light
Soft morning light at play this quiet day
This stand-down day when duty does not call
Not call, and life is for a few hours free
Ink on a page, now forming into songs
Songs that were old when this green world was new
And fields of flowers were as fields of stars
Fields of Creation and eternal Hope
O happy fields forever, here, right here
Across the page, across the words, soft light