People are more than what they do
The car they drive, the kind of shoe
People are more than what you see
The soul inside that yearns to be
Free as a child, running wildly through the grasses
Tumbling madly into the waters
Knowing that they can do it all again and again and again
With no agenda, no worries, no difficulties
Look deeper, if you can, into their eyes and find that child
And give it freedom to come out awhile.
c2016 Lisa Lyons
Storms of chaos, fears, disability, anger, helplessness
Waves larger and larger till you feel that you will drown
But there is One who can walk right over those huge waves
With one Word, “Peace,” they are gone
Calmness and peace and stillness and smooth water
All around
Cling on to that promise. Slainte, Lisa
c2016 Lisa Lyons
Standing as tall as she can
She stretches her neck towards the sun
Petals showing their age but still retaining color of blushes
Lightly lined and becoming dry
She is happy to be there, in the garden, in the sun, in the green
Feeling the touch of the wind and the rain on her skin
Still alive and lovely and glad to be
c2016 Lisa Lyons
Following the fence posts, one by one, until the meaning of what they are blurs
Steps, one by one, through soft ground, mire, holes, rises
Keeping hope, without sight, hoping that what is over the rise is better than what is past
Finally, blue and power and water and sky and ease and release
Going on and on and on with God forever
c 2016 Lisa Lyons
There once was a house, all red white and lovely
The people within living life day to day
There once were some sheep, all white round and fluffy
Who dined on the richness and greenness all day
There once is a God, all knowing and powerful
Who made all within and without
The first and the last, beginning and end
The One who holds all the people and houses and sheep
Out of love
c2016 Lisa Lyons
