whims

here is a short poem i wrote inspired by the ever-brilliant mr. j.r.r. tolkien

the night is now upon us,

and the stars are shining dim;

the dark is full of shadows,

oh, but dark is but a whim!

it will pass, it will go.

so be light here in place:

always, never going,

never rivalled –

never.

Division

the saddest thing is division – for we are all the same, as we always have been, and will always be. where has the need for superiority come about? it has come from pride. and from there has come a desire for false glory, through war and death and murder and violence – it is all false. there is no glory but in goodness, kindness, humbleness, happiness – there is none of that to be found in those times. of course a being may believe in good intentions, and may have them...but it all is done wrongly and unkindly. that is enough to support this. unkindness is never welcome. there is no need for war. what do you gain from it? land? oil? money? what is all that compared to the loss of human life, whether physically, in mind or in heart?

Karen Ng