FOR ARDA

There is a world where joy is sharp as swords ,
And where pain is as beautiful as the sunrise.
And where tears and laughter fall together mingled.
In such a world we may celebrate
the quality of pure mercy transformed
Into a weapon so potent
And so mysterious that
Evil cannot stand,
By endurance
Overcome.

Arda.
Where we
Who are transfixed
By its sheer beauty,
May explore its outer boundaries
Untrammeled by the mundane and bitter
Cares of the life some call real.
There we find nobility, joy, devotion and pity
Honored and not mocked by the worldly and cynical.
We who love her pay homage to the master storyteller.