Lousy upkeep

I really haven't been doing to great getting job of keeping this blog updated. It seems like there's always something better to do. :-) Oh well. It also seems like every time I do write something it's about a wedding as I'll be in the middle of helping plan one. Which, of course, is the case again. Another friends. My sisters is done, went well, and was a lovely event. Fortunately there was a very good break in between weddings. Not that it's mandatory to get a breather between them, but it does help one refocus and not get totally consumed with them, forgetting everything else. Something I can too easily do.

Changing topics:
It always seemed a bit lazy to post song lyrics or poems on my blog, but I've often found that what others have already written expresses my feelings or thoughts even more completely (or at least more eloquently) than I could. So sometimes it just seems fitting to put up a song that has really spoken to me recently if, for nothing else, I can come back to it and either put closer on that season of my life, remember that peak, or......
That said, I was listening to this song recently while thinking about heaven, death, and what entering heaven would actually be like, and I found it oddly comforting and hopeful. Not odd that it should be comforting, but odd in the amount that it helped put me at peace.

New Land
On a hillside in the warm sun
Granite shining like ice
And the water sparkling, rushing
Through the earth black as night
Where the skylark sings above me
And the sheep graze at ease
In the silence, this new land
Summons each, all, and me

I had not seen, I could not know
What this new land would be
I had heard a piece of Heaven
Was waiting for me
From the barren to the verdant
From the crag to the dale
Once I've stepped out in faith
Then there’s no turning away

I'll fly, fly, headlong and free
Fly, fly, headlong and free
Why grieve for the pains that have been?
For the new land is calling to me
For the new land is calling to me

Every autumn has its winter
Every winter its spring
Ages pass and every dying
Means a new life begins
In the passing from the old land
There is sorrow and fear
But the night at its darkest
Means the dawning is near

I'll fly, fly, headlong and free
Fly, fly, headlong and free
Why grieve for the pains that have been?
For the new land is calling to me
For the new land is calling to me