Eöwyn and Faramir

Éöwyn… white lady of Rohan,

Once wounded inside and out, you are free!

Witch kings and evil Názgul…

You have conquered.

Now.. one man has conquered your heart…

And who is this…a man of Gondor?

Not one of your own people?

Deserving of you, he is…

Faramir.

A noble, brave warrior,

Ready to fight for the cause of justice…

Always wise and loyal, though one who has passed through night.

Many fell to his left and his right…

In his heart he held on to the truth and the light.

Roses fade away, but the love of these ones are here to stay.

Brother

“For My Brother”

My dearest, beloved, faithful, brother,

How thankful I am for your loving life.

You are kind and gentle…like none other.

I know you fight for me, in midst of strife.

Clearly, our life paths have separated,

Though we still long to be close once again.

Soon, we will be…once again… united.

For a short time, we must feel this deep pain.

Even now, I see your eyes brightly shine,

Focused on the horizon, you dream big.

Your hopes genuinely align with mine.

To you, these obstacles are merely twigs.

Oh, my brother, I long to see your face.

My friend, my champion, run well the race!

Guest Poet: Juana Rosa de Amézaga

Al despertar

Dejan las aves el nocturno abrigo
de las vecinas y coposas frondas,
y con sus trinos de placer adulan
a la naciente y sonrosada aurora.

Engastadas en nítido rocío,
bellas se ostentan las gentiles rosas,
y envidiando su aroma delicioso,
lucen sus galas las cucardas rojas.

Cerca se escucha el majestuoso ruido
que hacen del mar las bullidoras olas,
y al retirarse, cual de blancas perlas,
con sus espumas las riberas bordan.

¡Oh! ¡Cuánto goza en este cuadro el alma
si lo contempla recogida y sola!
Y Dios parece que al oído le habla
en tan solemne y apacible hora.

Para la mente que inquietud agita,
es lo que fresca, deliciosa copa,
para el enfermo que la fiebre siente,
en sus entrañas y abrasada boca.

Mi amante pecho dilatarse siento
viendo, Señor, de tu poder las obras;
y al contemplarlas con filial confianza,
mi humilde labio tu grandeza adora.

The Otters

The otter plays in the river,

Catching fish to feed her litter.

Little pups open wide their mouths,

To fill their stomachs and with little growls.

Mother otter never tires,

To shelter them from all evil that transpires.

Little otter do you fear,

Not being provided for by mother dear?

No far be it for them .

They trust her more than we trust our friends.

Dear reader…

Let it be clear,

There are many lessons to be learned here.