Sunday, September 23, 2007


Just in case anyone needs a reminder of what it feels like to love and be loved. Balm for the heart. Enjoy.

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.