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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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