Daily battle, work uphill,
Watch them move in for the kill,
Keep a look out so you know
The only place you can go
Lock and stock, barrel and fold
Gleaming eyes and veins of gold
Bitter gazes hunt you down
But you work up from the ground
Cracks and fissures, lava spills
Frothing red and bubbling tills
Skirt the fiery depths of Hell,
You have your own Beast to fell
Look to the Oceans, the Star,
They wash you of wounds, of scars,
Look at yourself, now you see
You’re immune to agony.
You’re the marksman and the shield,
That in you will never yield
Constant battles, flay and slay,
Drive the mocking beasts away
Watch them move in for the kill.
Watch them as you stride uphill.
Veins of gold and gleaming eyes
The world is yours to defy.
I have no words of my own today, but I believe Mr. Tolkien has some lovely ones…
“Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
I hope you meet some good today. 🙂