Where is the light? Whence comes the morn?
It seems like forever this darkness.
My heart is grown weary, my mind’s eyes grow dim,
My soul is overcome by the sadness.
When all hope seems gone, and the night travels on
Like the dragging of heavy feet in the snow.
When nothing seems real, no consolation I feel,
No place to rest nor to go.
Your soothing voice calls, like the sirens of old,
Drawing me, calling me; easing the pain,
You bring a spark in the night and warmth to the cold,
A flicker of hope that the light shines again.
You draw me upwards, like a moth to the lamp,
Restoring me, healing me, drying the tears.
Like a fire in the hearth soothes the cold and the damp
The warmth and the light banish fears.
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
― The Fellowship of the Ring
Paul Russell: Musings 