This morning a friend who has shared this recent loss was mulling over some Leonard Cohen. Good though it was, reflective though it was, I found that it may aswell have been lift music for all the listening I could do in my frame of mind this morning. But then a friend posted this, and sometimes a little Tolkien is very good for the soul.
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