Resilient

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.