I sit down to write
And no words come.
I am tired,
Discouraged,
Overwhelmed by the never-ending
Reports of disasters and tragedies.
Weighed down
By too-much bad news.
Make me resilient
Like the grass whose seeds
Sprout and put down roots
In ancient stones.
Take heart.
Take root.
Love.
Live.
Trust.
I took this photo in Glendalough, Co. Wicklow, Ireland. This grass grew in the ruins of St. Mary's Church. Built in the 10th century, this was the place of worship for the nuns of the monastic settlement which grew up around Kevin of Glendalough.
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