Just Words

What words come to mind when you see this round tower from Glendalough?

Maybe strong, old, ancient, tall, awe-inspiring, safe, amazing.

Maybe there are no words to truly and fully describe it.

Writing is a tricky quest to attempt to capture the essence of something with just words.

And sometimes, there are no words. Just feelings, emotions, impressions.

The feel of the rocks as you push into them. The wind blowing through your hair as you stand there. The unheard whispered prayers of the past, the current, the future.

But words are what we have, so we keep writing the best we can. And hope that the readers’ imaginations fill in the blanks.

Love, Lisa

*Glendalough Monastery round tower, Co. Wicklow, Sept 2024, Ed Lyons

How Many

How many prayers, cries, footsteps

How many lives, laughs, fears

Countless and many, fervent and lukewarm

Yet all were seen, heard, answered, loved

By Christ who sees, hears, answers, and loves

c2024 Lisa Lyons

Photo of Glendalough, County Wicklow, captured by Ed Lyons, September 2024

Hope

Near Horn Head, Dunfanaghy, County Donegal

Like a small glimmer of light far away on the water,

It is there.

Like the knowledge that one wave will come after another ends,

It will come.

Like the next note that follows the one before,

It will sound.

Like the cleansing wind that brings fresh after the still,

It will roar.

Hope.

c 2023 Lisa Lyons

Waiting for the Neon Sign

I’m waiting for the neon sign to tell me what to do

A giant one hung from God above my house so blue

This way, that way, or just stay still

I long to be useful, but still in His Will

What’s the plan? What’s my purpose?

As midlife is here

I’m up for adventure

Just tickle my ear

c2023 Lisa Lyons