I have had a little bit of time to get back into one of my favorite hobbies, reading for pleasure, and coming across this poem by Bilbo I felt that it needed to be shared. My hope is that it it speaks to you half as much as it does to me.
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 the blade that was broken,
the crown-less again shall be king.