the room of love

The room of love is another world.  You go there wearing no watch, watching no clock. It is the world without end, so small that two people can hold it in their arms, and yet it is bigger than worlds on worlds, for it contains the longing of all things to be together, and to be at rest together. You come together to the day’s end, weary and sore, troubled and afraid. You take it all into your arms, it goes away, and there you are where giving and taking are the same, and you live a little while entirely in a a gift. The words have all been said, all permissions given, and you are free in the place that is the two of you together. What could be more heavenly than to have desire and satisfaction in the same room? If you want to know why even in telling of trouble and sorrow I am giving thanks, this is why.

-Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter


eternal weight of glory

Now the days and hours and moments
Of our suff’ring seem so long;
And the toilsome wait and wond’ring
Threaten silence to our song.
Now our pain is real and pressing 
Where our faith is thin and weak, 
But our hope is set on Jesus; 
And we cling to him, our strength.
Oh eternal weight of glory! 
Oh inheritance divine! 
We will see our Lord redeeming 
Every past and future time. 
All our pains will be transfigured, 
Like the scars of Christ our Lord. 
We will see the weight of glory, 
And our broken years restored. 
For behold! I tell a myst’ry:
At the trumpet sound we’ll wake
“Death is swallowed up in vict’ry!”
When we meet our King of Grace
Every year we thought was wasted
Every night we cried “How long?”
All will be a passing moment
In our Savior’s vict’ry song
We will see our wounded Savior.
We’ll behold him face to face;
And we’ll hear our anguished stories 
Sung as vict’ry songs of grace.