This is probably one of my shortest works. But I still posted it because I was inspired by my friend. If you can't trust anyone, then trust God.
"Let us not put too much of our trust in man, for even the purest of hearts may be lead to the betrayal of a brother.
Let GOD be the keeper of our secrets. It is much better to entrust him with everything we have."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
My Journey to the Undying Lands (Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien)
"That night they heard no noises. But either in his dreams or out of them, he could not tell which, Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise."
~ Fog on the Barrow-downs
LoTR, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter 8, Book I
A few months after I finished reading the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, I had a dream. It was almost the same as the vision that Frodo had.
I saw white gulls on the horizon. They were calling for something... they were calling for me.
As night fell, I watched a pale moon rise across the sea. When dawn came, I felt the strange urge to venture into the open waters. I did not know why I desired this, but I felt that something or someone was truly calling me. Maybe the white gulls were a sign. A sign... yes, that's it. A sign. I realized that I had to find what was calling me. And so I left the place I once called home.
Slowly, as I journeyed to a place I did not know where, I started to hear singing voices. But no sooner did I find myself caught in a dreadful storm. I knew I had to fight for my life. I had to survive. Then, as if by magic, the storm ceased. And as it ceased, I heard once more the singing voices that were now much clearer than before. There were no words to the song, just a melody. A melody that made my heart rise and fall with the waves of the vast ocean. I looked up, and the sun was almost rising. But the rays of the sun were not high enough to hide the incandescence of this one star. This star was as bright as our Morning star. That star guided me through my journey to a place I did not know.
A few hours have passed, and once more I heard the voices. They were getting clearer. As the singing got clearer and clearer, I witnessed the unfolding of the grey rain-curtain of this world. And as the veil was being rolled back, everything was turned to silver-glass. I saw white shores from a distance. Beyond that was a far green country under a swift sunrise. I knew then that that place was the one that was calling me. My journey has ended.
I find it a little strange that I dreamt about something like this. Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. Or maybe my heart was desiring peace, and wanted to go to the Undying Lands. Who knows?
~ Fog on the Barrow-downs
LoTR, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter 8, Book I
A few months after I finished reading the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, I had a dream. It was almost the same as the vision that Frodo had.
I saw white gulls on the horizon. They were calling for something... they were calling for me.
As night fell, I watched a pale moon rise across the sea. When dawn came, I felt the strange urge to venture into the open waters. I did not know why I desired this, but I felt that something or someone was truly calling me. Maybe the white gulls were a sign. A sign... yes, that's it. A sign. I realized that I had to find what was calling me. And so I left the place I once called home.
Slowly, as I journeyed to a place I did not know where, I started to hear singing voices. But no sooner did I find myself caught in a dreadful storm. I knew I had to fight for my life. I had to survive. Then, as if by magic, the storm ceased. And as it ceased, I heard once more the singing voices that were now much clearer than before. There were no words to the song, just a melody. A melody that made my heart rise and fall with the waves of the vast ocean. I looked up, and the sun was almost rising. But the rays of the sun were not high enough to hide the incandescence of this one star. This star was as bright as our Morning star. That star guided me through my journey to a place I did not know.
A few hours have passed, and once more I heard the voices. They were getting clearer. As the singing got clearer and clearer, I witnessed the unfolding of the grey rain-curtain of this world. And as the veil was being rolled back, everything was turned to silver-glass. I saw white shores from a distance. Beyond that was a far green country under a swift sunrise. I knew then that that place was the one that was calling me. My journey has ended.
I find it a little strange that I dreamt about something like this. Maybe it's because I'm obsessed with the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. Or maybe my heart was desiring peace, and wanted to go to the Undying Lands. Who knows?
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