Not Alone

Baby bird looks out from her lofty nest

Wonders what she will do next

Her other siblings have all flown

But she is just scared and alone

She feels a gentle nudge above

A mother’s beak, her father’s call

She hears her siblings singing loud

Soaring upwards towards the clouds

She feels the sun, she feels her wings

Begin to open, stretch, and then

She knows that she is not alone

The love, the leading cheers her on.

Stepping out, she feels the air

Beneath her wings, she rises there.

c2021 Lisa Lyons

Hop, Hop, Hop

Once I saw a little bird
Go hop, hop, hop,
So I said: – little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?

Then I was going to the window
To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew!
(Nursery Rhyme)

I spent many a wonderful moment this morning watching a group of robins hopping about in our late winter yard. Their deep rich orange breasts moved up and down, as their tiny feet propelled them through the short yellowed winter grass.

One would hop a few feet, look about, and then his mate would follow shortly behind him. No flying at all from any of them, just hopping, looking, and hopefully, eating something.

It seemed a good sign to me, that indeed, spring is on its way.

“He rocks in the treetops all day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song

All the little birds on Jaybird Street love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet

Rockin’ robin (tweet-tweet-tweet), rockin’ robin (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)

Go rockin’ robin ’cause we’re really gonna rock tonight.” – Jimmie Thomas

Hop on, little robins, hop on. 🙂 Love, Lisa

Being

Belvedere Gardens, County Westmeath, Ireland, 2015

What is life? the young one asked

And why are we all here?

What is life? the old one asked

How is the purpose clear?

In Him we live and move and have our being

The sum of all our lives

Is found in knowing, loving Him

Who made us, formed us, created life

And breathed us into being

c2021 Lisa Lyons

My daughter is taking biology this semester. They discussed the question, “What is life?” I realize that there are valid observational qualifications for life. I don’t negate that. But all I kept thinking over and over again in my mind was, “Life is God. In Him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28)

What a comforting thought to be held together, to be created by Almighty God, who has made all things. Beautiful things….oceans, mountains, waterfalls, pine trees laden with snow, hummingbirds, cuddly puppies.

Praise God for life and for being our entire being.

Love, Lisa

Dreaming

The best of dreams forms in my mind

The green, the blue, the grey

The castles long forgotten stand

The stones that go on forever

Sheep that roam, seemingly boundless

The laughter, the warmth, the people

The place I breathe and dream the best

Ireland

c2021 Lisa Lyons

I dreamed last night about Ireland….so hence the poem. I am excited for the day when we can finally travel there again. But for now, I am going to pet my dog, call my husband, look out at our mountain, and listen for any winter birds that may be hanging around for a Virginia winter. Have a wonderful day, wherever you are in the world. Love, Lisa

When I Am By the Sea

My son, long ago, yet as yesterday, as he sits beside the sea in Ireland.

When I am by the sea, all the noise stops

Save the roar and crash of waves and wind

The Voice of God speaks loudest

When I stay and rest and listen

The rocks, the sand, the waters’ force

Bid me stay forever

I must go, but always know

I’ll be there in my heart

c2021 Lisa Lyons