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hope Poetry

A Place

There’s a place

where I will stand before my Maker;

A place that’s free

from all the worries of this world;

a place of inner quiet.

There I fall down on my knees

and lay my burdens down

And He takes me by the hand

and lifts me to where the eagles fly.

There’s a place

There’s a time

There’s a land where mercy reigns

There’s a God in heav’n above

Angels bow before Him.

Verse 1 and Chorus 1 of Song of Hope by dw

The words of this song have been on my mind quite a bit lately and I’ve felt a prompt to share them here with you. Two more verses and choruses coming soon.

Grace and peace to you…

dw

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A Room called Remember

woman sitting on bench praying

The name of the room is Remember — the room where with patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously to remember the lives we have lived…

So much has happened to us all over the years. So much has happened within us and through us. We are to take time to remember what we can about it and what we dare. That’s what entering the room means, I think. It means taking time to remember on purpose. It means not picking up a book for once or turning on the radio, but letting the mind journey gravely, deliberately, back through the years that have gone by but are not gone. It means a deeper, slower kind of remembering; it means remembering as a searching and finding. The room is there for all of us to enter if we choose to, and the process of entering it is not unlike the process of praying, because praying too is a slow, grave journey — a search to find the truth of our own lives at their deepest and dearest, a search to understand, to hear and be heard.

The room called Remember…is a room we can enter whenever we like so that the power of remembering becomes our own power…[it] is a room where all emotions are caught up in and transcended by an extraordinary sense of well-being. It is the room of all rooms where we feel at home and at peace.

Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “A Room Called Remember”

This is from another of Buechner’s sermons that has captured my imagination and is still capturing my heart. I don’t enter this room often enough, but the times I do I am blessed, refreshed, and am often given a new perspective that allows me to heal.

I’m posting this today because it resonates with a short-but-moving sermon I heard this morning about the importance of remembering our journeys and God’s faithfulness all along the way.

Grace and peace to you…

dw