LotR -- Book 6 - Chapter 1 - The Tower of Cirith Ungol

[HerenIstarion]

Originally Posted by Estelyn

Sam is a wonderful poet indeed!

Indeed. And Tolkien is a wonderful theologian. I love it how most of his theology comes through poetry. In full:

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ‘tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

The Evil is finite, not endless, and small and weak and dependent compared to the eternity of the Day (note the capital D) and the glory of the light the Sun (again, capital S) gives.