(no subject)

At Tara in this fateful hour
I call on all Heaven with its power
And the sun with its brightness
And the snow with its whiteness
And the fire with all the strength it hath
And the lightning with its rapid wrath
And the winds with their swiftness along their path
And the sea with its deepness
And the rocks with their steepness
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place
With God's almighty help and grace
Between Madeleine and the powers of darkness.

(I didn't even realize she was still alive until I saw the article on her death, and for that, I'm terribly sad. Sleep well, Ms. L'Engle. May you be reunited with your son and your husband; and may you have your chance to so love being a star.)