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

Certain

“I am certain in my heart that all that I am, I have received from God.” ~ Saint Patrick

Round tower and one of many celtic crosses at Clonmacnoise. The River Shannon in the background. Clonmacnoise was a monastery established in 548 AD by St. Ciaran. Photograph – Ed Lyons, 2015.

No Words, Only Music

I have been playing the piano this morning. Longing, sweet, melancholy melodies that express what is inside me in a way that words can never do. Pouring frustrations out upon the keys. Feeling the feelings as they come.

Healing through the keys, through the instrument, through the music. One note at a time.

Love, Lisa

If you are looking for a listening or playing recommendation this morning, I heartily and unreservedly recommend Benny Andersson, Piano.

Covering

The beginning of the snow in Virginia, December 2020

Snow comes down, slowly, gently

Covering what was… with what is

Snow makes beautiful what was mundane, marred

Covering what was… with what is

The blessed covering, the quiet, the peace

c2020 Lisa Lyons

“Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.” – Psalm 32:1