“…having drunk from the gash of sunset…”

Even though it’s supposed to rain later today, it looks like Walk #4 is a go! The weather has yet to let them take a week off. This time it will be 7k–a good work-up to holidays starting next week, when they WILL be taking a couple of weeks off!

Today we send out comfort to Sweet Girl and her family–a special kind of grief is the one you experience when you’ve lost such a good and loving creature as a dog, one who has loved you for so many years… We’ve found a poem for her:

Be Near Me

Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation, with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound of inconsolable children  
  who, though you try with all your heart, cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;—
At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face, dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.

by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
(We’re not sure about the term “my tormentor”, except that the one you love is your tormentor when he/she is NOT with you. Nor are we sure about night “coming down” with “laughter, with songs”.)

Walk to Rivendell:  Strider scouts ahead and finds an elf-stone on The Last Bridge, which he believes is a token of safety.

 

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