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I Want to Go There

Tragically, we have read in the news in recent days of the suicides of two of this generations well known people.  When that happens, many press and media outlets are filled with stories of the sorrow, confusion, and deep broken-heartedness that suicide causes.  Life is a precious gift.  Loss of life creates tremendous pain for the family and friends of the deceased.

Louisa Fletcher was a writer and poet in the early 20th century.  In 1915, Louisa married Willard Connely.  From that marriage, Louisa had a daughter named, Laurel.  Laurel battled schizophrenia which led to her suicide at age 16.  From the broken heart of a mother, Louisa wrote a poem just one year before her own death that became a classic.

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 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…
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.  ( By Louisa Fletcher, in The Land of Beginning Again).