Winter Called to Me

August 28, 2012
By HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
HopeIsWhatWeCrave GOLD, Rowlett, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
[Frodo] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.

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[Pippin] I didn't think it would end this way.
[Gandalf] End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it.
[Pippin] What? Gandalf?... See what?
[Gandalf] White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
[Pippin] Well, that isn't so bad.
[Gandalf] No... No it isn't.

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[Frodo] I can't do this Sam.
[Sam] I know. By rights we shouldn't even be here, but we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end by 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 the 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. The folk in those stories had plenty of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something.
[Frodo] What were they holding onto, Sam?
[Sam] That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for


Today the winter called to me.
Today I heard her speak.
Today the winter spoke to me
Upon the mountain's peak.
She whispered softly in my ear.
Told me secrets no one knew.
She stayed with me a while
But then away she flew.

I've seen her often from afar.
But she did not speak again.
I called to her so many times,
But it was all in vain.
For though she once spoke,
And whispered in my ear.
It will not be like that again,
Or so it is I fear.

For winter's grace and beauty,
Which time just keeps repeating,
And her elegance and glory,
Is so ever fleeting.
As soon as winter comes,
Summer comes as well.
And as soon as summer comes,
Winter says farewell.



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