My precious child
How could you know
The way that life
Is wont to go?
These moments;
Taken, set apart,
You reading rapt,
Full mind and heart
To someplace else,
Somewhere: not-here —
In that world, joy:
In this world,
Fear
My precious child
How could you know
The way that life
Is wont to go?
These moments;
Taken, set apart,
You reading rapt,
Full mind and heart
To someplace else,
Somewhere: not-here —
In that world, joy:
In this world,
Fear
I found myself the other day looking up from my book and song a young man I have watched grow up, and in that instance was brought back to a stark reality that a boy I knew at 12 was now turning 21… and the Pevensies whom are in the book never age as I turn the page. Good poem to reflect that thought upon.
Which Chronicle of Narnia was it, just out of curiosity?
Just finished the Dawn Treader.
My favorite.
It was enjoyable. Kind of sad to say goodbye to Edmund and Lucy…. and Reepicheep.