Find That Child

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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

 

A Rose in Autumn

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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

Going On

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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

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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

The Lord Is My Shepherd

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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.  

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 

 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 

 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.  (Psalm 23, KJV)

*Photo taken on Valentia Island