Tuesday, February 13, 2007


edward maria 003

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king."

I liked this poem I found and how it speaks of hope like when you see the light and shadows on a sunny day in February.


Bob said...

I have missed your blog, Julia! It's been a while since I've done anything online, and I'm so glad this poem was at the top of your blog when I got here. GREAT poem, and the photo definitely adds to it!

Jewels said...

Hey Bob-

So glad you're back - I missed you! I need to go over to see what you're up to...

pearlie said...

Love the poem!

Jewels said...

Thanks Pearlie- Hope you survived your trip to the dentist!

pearlie said...

Yup ... I am still around =)