You are with me
In this place,
Your memories haunt me.
I know how you would have loved this place.
I know how your soul
Has long for this.
The Hobbit holes…
The lens of the Misty Mountains…
These places where Gandalf, Gimli,
and Frodo must have trod.
The green Moss covers the rocks....
The small birds flit through the trees....
The elves trod quietly across the forest floor.
There is Magic in the mystery.
The lichens tell of time
that transverses slowly here.
Yet, there is no need
for Elvish masters
to improve the art of God.
These things here are perfect
without a hand to mold them
or eyes to witness their perfection.
These things are Good
without One of us to say so.
I hope one day
You will find this place.
Even if it is without me.
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