Okay, readers, I’m going to dive right into it: on Friday, I got to experience something breathtaking. I got to go to the Cliffs of Moher.
Here are a few pictures of this fantastic seascape:
Now let’s talk about the experience of being at the Cliffs. The Cliffs of Moher are easily the most beautiful landscape I’ve seen while in Ireland. And that’s saying something, too, because I’ve been to Howth, the Wicklow Mountains and Dublin City, which all their own special beauty. But those Cliffs… they were unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
Our tour guide had us write a limerick poem about how we experienced the Cliffs because he is doing a project where he compiles poems people have written and will give them to a charity. Here is my limerick, just to give you a taste of what I was thinking:
To paint and to write are both lovely ways, / But to sit and watch the Atlantic ocean waves / opens my prayers to the land and the skies / and unscrews a lid of perpetual “whys”. / Why did he die, our souls to save?
I feel like the entire time I was viewing the Cliffs I was in constant prayer. Because if God created these vast, wonderful, breathtaking Cliffs, how much love He must have for the world that He would take the time to create a human like me, who is horrible and sin-filled. I had to thank Him for loving me and creating me and finding worth in me like he finds worth in every person. It was the best experience, and my heart is full.
Until next time, readers!
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