I came across this wonderful poem written around one hundred years ago.The Land of Beginning Again
I wish that there were
some wonderful place
In the Land of Beginning Again;
Where all our mistakes
and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a
shabby old coat at the door
And never put on again.
I wish we could come on it
all unaware,
Like the hunter
who finds a lost trail,
And I wish that the one
whom our blindness had done
The greatest injustice of all
Could be there at the gates
like an old friend that waits
For the comrade
he's gladdest to hail.
We would find all the things
we intended to do
But forgot, and
remembered too late,
Little praises unspoken,
little promises broken,
And all of the
thousand and one
Little duties neglected
that might have perfected
The day for one
less fortunate.
It wouldn't be possible
not to be kind
In the Land of Beginning Again,
And the ones we misjudged
and the ones whom we grudged
Their moments of
victory here,
Would find in the grasp
of our loving hand-clasp
More than penitent lips
could explain.
For what had been hardest
we'd know had been best,
And what had seemed loss
would be gain;
For there isn't a sting
that will not take wing
When we've faced it
and laughed it away
And I think that the laughter
is most what we're after
In the Land of Beginning Again.
So I wish that there were
some wonderful place
Called the
Land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes
and all our heartaches,
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a
shabby old coat at the door
And never put on again.
--Louise Fletcher Tarkington
There is such a land. It is called Regeneration. We enter that land spiritually when we are born again, and all who are thus born again shall enter that land eternally when Jesus comes again. In the eternal Regeneration of Christ's Kingdom, earthly things shall "be dropped, like an old shabby coat at the door, and never put on again." --Duane V. Maxey
I wish that there were
some wonderful place
In the Land of Beginning Again;
Where all our mistakes
and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a
shabby old coat at the door
And never put on again.
I wish we could come on it
all unaware,
Like the hunter
who finds a lost trail,
And I wish that the one
whom our blindness had done
The greatest injustice of all
Could be there at the gates
like an old friend that waits
For the comrade
he's gladdest to hail.
We would find all the things
we intended to do
But forgot, and
remembered too late,
Little praises unspoken,
little promises broken,
And all of the
thousand and one
Little duties neglected
that might have perfected
The day for one
less fortunate.
It wouldn't be possible
not to be kind
In the Land of Beginning Again,
And the ones we misjudged
and the ones whom we grudged
Their moments of
victory here,
Would find in the grasp
of our loving hand-clasp
More than penitent lips
could explain.
For what had been hardest
we'd know had been best,
And what had seemed loss
would be gain;
For there isn't a sting
that will not take wing
When we've faced it
and laughed it away
And I think that the laughter
is most what we're after
In the Land of Beginning Again.
So I wish that there were
some wonderful place
Called the
Land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes
and all our heartaches,
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a
shabby old coat at the door
And never put on again.
--Louise Fletcher Tarkington
There is such a land. It is called Regeneration. We enter that land spiritually when we are born again, and all who are thus born again shall enter that land eternally when Jesus comes again. In the eternal Regeneration of Christ's Kingdom, earthly things shall "be dropped, like an old shabby coat at the door, and never put on again." --Duane V. Maxey
Wishing you many blessings in the New Year!!
