Parting Words

They will wait for the horizon's coming
Sails of ships from distant lands;
Awaiting heralds of good fortune;
But alas they hear nothing but tales of woe.

They beat their plows with whips;
The sweat on the brow is cold,
Amid the anguish of their hearts
It shall come late in the night.

The weight of sorrow has numbed their souls
In despair they find words for poetry,
Yet hope lights amid the sweet parting of company
That an ode of meeting shall be sung.

Unfledge your sails young sailors,
Taste the wine dark sea's unholy mist.
Be strong youth in your heart and stand fast,
For the hope of your heart shall come.

No more shall you hear the dirge for the dead
Nor weepings and gnashings of anger shall abide in you.
The unknown angst of your heart shall depart,
And find your King to free you soon.

In your mind, banish all doubt and trust Him,
His coming shall be glorious and holy,
Put to rest all fears and cease not from singing
The songs of the olden days you knew.

All your tears shall be wiped away,
Your arm shall be strengthened,
Look to the East and His coming is certain,
For the Prince will come and bear you away!

His just and fair ways you shall know,
In your heart, doubt shall not find a niche,
But when the Days have come and ushered in.
Rejoice sons of Eru, you shall be restored!