Category Archives: poetry

The Beauty of the Unexpected

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A sudden shift in melody, an unexpected pause

The change in light at daylight’s end that brings a sudden thrill

A new taste swirling ’round the mouth

The wakening pulse with travel

The unexpected brings with it refreshing change of perspective

c2022 Lisa Lyons

I am challenging myself to embrace the unexpected this weekend. To not react to it with anxiety and trepidation, but with openness and excitement. Something different. Something exciting. A new challenge. An obstacle to figure a workaround. A change in my too stubborn mindset.

Here is a treasured photo of my son at age 7 embracing the unexpected, circa 2001. We were doing the tourist thing at the Cliffs of Moher, and a kind musician saw his interest in his accordion. He immediately offered Joshua a go at it. Better yet, Joshua jumped right in and went for it, with little knowledge of the instrument. Beautiful memory, wonderful encouragement and joy for all of us.

Blessings to you as you embrace your unexpected surprises this weekend, Lisa

“So, What Do You Do?”

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Scenario 1: You are meeting people in a social situation of any kind. Someone new comes up to you and says, “So….what do you do?”

You hem and haw, and feel that strange, slightly apologetic and defensive response come forth. “I am a writer. (or singer, or composer, or artist, or fill in the blank)” You use a subdued voice, looking towards the floor slightly.

“Wow. Can you make a living with that?” Only the truly bold acquaintance will muster that, but you feel it just the same, no matter the words or expressions chosen.

“Well, I am working on a novel, or art piece, or album….” Your voice trails off and you anxiously look for the exit to this conversation. You skillfully turn it to another topic and breathe a sigh of relief.

Scenario 2: Same setting. “So….what do you do?”

You stand up straight and smile. “I am an artist. (or writer, or singer, or composer)”, said in your normal happy speaking voice. Direct eye contact.

“Wow. That’s cool. I wish I had the guts to try something like that. Can you make a living?”

You smile again, letting them know within that smile that, no, not quite yet, but yes, it doesn’t really matter at this point.

They realize you aren’t going to answer that question, as it is immaterial. “Tell me about it. Sounds awesome.”

Just a bit of encouragement to all you artists, musicians, writers, etc. out there. No apologies. You are created in the image of God, who happens to be extremely artistic and creative Himself.

Blessings, Lisa

Straight On

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The cold and wind hit like a stone

Unyielding, chilling, hard

At first they huddled, cringed and turned

But then one brave one

Turned and faced the pain, the cold

Chose to face the hardness

Straight on

c2022 Lisa Lyons

Monasterboice, County Louth, Ireland. Founded in the 5th century.

The Mist of Mystery

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Dalkey, Ireland in the mist

The mist of my knowledge swirls through the mind

The haze of what I do not know blankets the doorways of time

God alone knows all, why do I worry

He will lead me through the mist of His Mysteries

c 2022 Lisa Lyons

“And He made known to us the mystery of His will according to His good pleasure, which He purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times will have reached their fulfillment – to bring all things in heaven and on earth together under one head, even Christ.” – Ephesians 1:9-10


“He reveals mysteries from the darkness
And brings the deep darkness into light.” – Job 12:22

“It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things;
He knows what is in the darkness,
And the light dwells with Him.” – Daniel 2:22

I think a lot of anxiety stems from holding on tightly to the outcome of the future. From trying to control what will be. When I let go, really let go, and trust God for the outcome and the meaning of the mysteries, there is an amazing sense of surrender. Of peace.

There are things that I will never understand until I see Christ Jesus face to face, and I am glad of that. I am glad that my God is great and mighty and way past all my human comprehension. He is worthy, holy, amazing. He is God, and I am not.

Praise to Him, Lisa