Tag: ainulindalë

My stars will light the way to see, but who will watch the living be?

Their deeds below my eyes perceive, but what shall all they living breathe?

What’s green I’ll grow to give them air, but what to drink for all that’s there?

I will water and wash the land, but upon what shelf will all they stand?

I’ll forge the earth beneath their feet, but pray, what will the living eat?

The beasts for hunting I shall give, but on which fare shall beasts then live?

On blooming leaves they’ll be refreshed, but how then will the living rest?

My dreams shall shepherd them to sleep, but where and who shall their souls keep?

By name I’ll call them when they go, but how will the remaining know?

I’ll send them grief and pity’s weal, but how then shall the living heal?

Their forms to vigor I’ll return, but once that’s done, how shall they learn?

With memories woven and kept alive, but is thought alone how they shall thrive?

Nay I’ll lend them love and hope’s delight! But by what fire will their souls ignite?

Mine is the fire that breeds change and desire; but what of we who made the world entire?

That, beloved, only Eru knows, and will keep until the world’s close.