Beauty is God’s handwriting––a wayside sacrament.
Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower,
and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bright Song
By Elece hollis
Beside the stream I found them
Sunlit iris wild.
I stopped and walked among them then
With wonder as a child.
So I sat down and I listened
Tilting back my ear
Heard music of the forest trees,
And ocean moving near.
I think I heard a mountain
Fluting a brave air,
A melody, a tune, a hymn,
Bold ballad I could share.
So I joined in the singing,
Serenade of light;
An anthem, a soft lullaby,
Sweet sonnet, chorus bright.
What’s Good About Home! 
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