The World is Whispering

Dear readers, I have so enjoyed experiencing these books with you this last year. It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole year! How sad to see our book club come to an end. But I’m not going anywhere. We had some great conversations this year, and we made connections with one another, and I am honored to be your librarian. I’m looking forward to what conversations we might have next year. 🙂

For our last excerpt of 2015, I picked Armulyn’s song. Read it under your breath and feel the cadence.

The world is whispering—listen, child!—
The world is telling a tale.
When the seafoam froths in the water wild
Or the fendril flies in the gale,
 
When the sky is mad with the swirling storm
And thunder shakes the hall,
Child, keep watch for the passing form
Of the one who made it all.
 
Listen, child, to the Hollish wind,
To the hush of heather down,
To the voice of the brook at the stony bend
And the bells of Rysentown.
 
The dark of the heart is a darkness deep
And the sweep of the night is wide
And the pain of the heart when the people weep
Is an overwhelming tide—
 
And yet! and yet! when the tide runs low
As the tide will always do
And the heavy sky where the bellows blow
Is bright at last, and blue
 
And the sun ascends in the quiet morn
And the sorrow sinks away,
When the veil of death and dark is torn
Asunder by the day,

Then the light of love is the flame of spring
And the flow of the river strong
And the hope of the heart as the people sing
Is an everlasting song.
 
The winter is whispering, “green and gold,”
And the heart is whispering, too—
It’s a story the Maker has always told
And the story, my child, is true.
 
—Armulyn, Royal Bard of the Shining Isle

From chapter 96, “The Former Fangs Have Passed Away.”

Will you post me one last excerpt from your reading this week? And I’ll see you on Monday. (And in the forum!) 🙂