In Tolkien’s Breach
Through the shadow, they came but once,
Through the shadow, they fought their hunch
That lost in the seam of a forgotten dream
Lies a hope that does not gleam of gold, silver, bronze, or of my reproach,
But, just, alas, the heavenly broach, a breach…
Upon the beach where once doth lain a holy tomorrow, where hope doth lie…
Without its sorrow.
Elven rings, and some such things, can not lead us home,
Only fears overcome and angels’ wings.
Though they naught exist in Tolkien’s fantasy,
There is still hope that they’ll come to be…
In dreams, and other sweet things where darkness dwells,
Home to LOSS and RIVENDELL.
Amen.
Observations from the Brink 