look up Bilbo’s last song, by J R R Tolkein – a lovely bit of poetry I have in picture book form that my kidlets loved as young ones. I can still quote most of it.
there is one line that haunts me:
“where night is quiet, and sleep is rest”
it sounds like peace, healing and comfort. no medications required. no nightmares, oh diety, no nightmares. no pain or loss.
I always wondered whether the havens fair and free, that lie beyond the utmost harbor bar, were a metaphor for death, heaven, eternal life etc.
if tis so, then i must borrow from another beloved author, whose character struggled with similar themes “tis a consummation greatly to be wished”
