Journey’s End by J. R. R. Tolkien
(Adapted by me)
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Here at journey’s end I am,
With memories I shall keep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
We woke at 7.00… we had breakfast… we went back to the albergue to pick up the arrows for our last day of walking. It rained a tiny bit but generally the sky was blue. We saw the spires of the Cathedral a long way before the end. So far off we thought we must be mistaken.
We walked… up hills… down hills… we walked. It rained… It stopped.
We arrived. I’m lost for words. We’re at journey’s end. I will write more tomorrow but for now it feels like waiting for the rain… whilst running up the last few metres of a hill… arms outstretched, feeling the wind against my face.
We were pilgrims… and we walked.