Hope Has A Place

The message from Enya’s beautiful song.

Before you read any further please listen to Enya’s mesmerisingly beautiful track whilst reading the lyrics.

One look at love and you may see
It weaves a web over mystery,
All ravelled threads can rend apart
For hope has a place in the lover’s heart.
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart.

Whispering world, a sigh of sighs,
The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides.
One breath, one word may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover’s heart.
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart.

Look to love you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free

Under the heavens we journey far,
On roads of life we’re the wanderers,
So let love rise, so let love depart,
Let hope have a place in the lover’s heart.
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart.

Look to love and you may dream,
And if it should leave then give it wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
Hope is home, and the heart is free.
Hope is home, and the heart is free.

I have this notion in my head that we humans are predisposed to give priority to bad news over good news. I guess it does make sense especially when one reflects on likely times a few centuries back; or more.

However, I am certain that I am not alone in disliking intensely the predominance of ‘alarmist’ news headlines in all forms of media. We neither have broadcast television here at home nor subscribe to a daily newspaper although I do admit to dropping in regularly to the BBC News website.

The other morning I awoke a little before 5am and not wanting to awaken Jeannie decided to listen to some music using my iPod and earphones. I had a couple of Enya albums on the iPod and soon was listening to her album The Memory of Trees. Then up came track seven, Hope Has A Place, sung by Enya, composed by Roma Ryan.

I had forgotten how incredibly beautiful was the track.

Then my mind moved to reflecting on the life I have here at home with Jean and the dogs. There were three dogs sleeping on the bed while the track was playing: Hazel, Sweeny and Pedy.

How the love I receive from the dogs and the love I receive from Jean give me such freedom. Such emotional freedom to be the person I truly want to be. So perfectly expressed in the closing line of the lyrics: Hope is home, and the heart is free.

At this juncture I paused in writing this post, it was a little after 2pm yesterday, grabbed my camera and went into the living room. The two photographs below reinforce my message.

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Sweeny, Pedy and Jeannie – bountiful, unconditional love!

Hope Has A Place.

We must never forget that!

12 thoughts on “Hope Has A Place

  1. Thanks, Paul, for the lyrics and the video clipping of enya’s soulful rendition. Your home scene is too good for words. It is a perfect home scene with the cute canines, abounding in love, hope and tranquillity…God bless…

  2. This is a beautiful Post Paul.. And your post touched me… We often forget amid the turmoil and disasters and conflict this world throws out.. How very fortunate we are.. Your perfect photo’s show that Peace ..

    have a perfect week Paul,., I adore Enya, and have several albums. 🙂
    Sue

  3. Listening to the soulful voice of Enya always sends me into a tranquil place, especially at home with my dog is by my side, smooching up to me….perfection! Thanks for the reminder Paul.

  4. As today draws to a close, it’s now 9pm PDT, I wanted so much to thank everyone who read and enjoyed today’s post and, in particular, those who shared their thoughts. I would have stopped writing this blog years ago in the absence of your loving support. Paul.

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