all we need of God
is already within us
to be a high mountain leaning over a lake
if we shift or stir even slightly
we shake and muddy the waters below
but if we settle so still
we see ourselves reflected deep within
so strong we strike the sky without reaching
so fair we catch the sun without clutching
and when we stay so still
that is when God walks in the waters
and at His touch they do not tremble
but still themselves anew
washed of worry by His whispered hands
clean and clear
He holds them up like winter glass
to show how beautiful we can be
-translated from Old Elvish, commonly attributed to Vician Orn the ancient dragonslayer