Delightful would it be to me to be in Ulster
On the pinnacle of a rock
That I might often see
The face of the ocean
That I might see its heaving waves
Over the wide ocean
When they chant music to their Father
Upon the world’s course
-Excerpt from Colmcille fecit poem, 6th century
If stones could talk, I bet they’d say
Just sit and listen to our day
The things we’ve seen, the people here
Could make you laugh and cry and cheer
History comes, history goes
But we have stood and never show
The stress, the rain, the wind, the woes
Because we are stones that time froze
We always will support each other
And be here for you to soon discover
c2021 Lisa Lyons
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.” – Psalm 18:1-2a
“From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” – Psalm 61:2
“Therefore, everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” – Matthew 7:24-27
Love to all of you, Lisa
Dunluce Castle in County Antrim, Ireland, was built around 1500. Impressive, beautiful, terrifying. The ruins that remain teeter right on the edge of the cliff. Yet, they remain. The rock and stone hold, through many years of waves and wind.
I am held and sustained, much more so than man-made castle walls, by my Lord God Creator. The Rock holds me fast. My walls may crumble a bit, but He has me held tightly in His grasp, firm in the Rock.
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” – Psalm 18:2
Love, Lisa
Tell me….what does the rock look like to you?
Be bold….no wrong answers. 😉
*Soup Bowl beach, Barbados, 2013
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