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

These Things

I have a very special guest blogger today….our fourteen year old daughter, Amy. Here is her beautiful poem. Enjoy.

A crystal, clear as water, fine as granulated sand…pure
Think about these things


Wind blowing softly through the pines, at the highest peak on the mountain
Think about these things


Waves crashing against majestic cliffs amidst a rising sun
Think about these things


Rain pattering gently onto the grass helping to nurture and tame
While the sun’s rays pull every blade higher and higher out of its secure underground
home
Think about these things


Think about what is worthy to be praised
The Lord should give us you every reason to feel a little dazed


For the Lamb is our love and our light
If He is in us, than we shall shine bright

Let us share these things with others
So that they may tell all their sisters and brothers


Rejoice in His name
And His blessings you will obtain


If anything is good or excellent, commendable or pure
Think about these things

c2020 Amy Lyons

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

Golden Glory

Moments before this photograph was taken, our skies were dark and turbulent. The remnants of what was Hurricane Zeta were exiting to the east. Then, in a blinding second of golden glory, the sun illuminated the trees. God is His excellent wisdom left the black clouds behind the mountains for dramatic effect.

What was dark became light.

The ash tree, which sadly is dying and must be removed soon, looked amazingly vibrant.

Golden light bathed all in its path, and all was breathtakingly beautiful.

This is what Christ does. He makes all things new. He turns darkness into light. He can make what is dying in you come to life in a beautiful way. In a blinding second of golden glory. Love, Lisa