Praises Totally Tuesday

“Praise Him in the morning when you see the sun a’rising
Praise Him in the evening cause He took you through the day.
And in the in between time when you feel the pressure coming,
Remember that He loves and He promises to stay.”
Song lyrics by John Fisher


Hibiscus makes a sweet red tea;

Its bloom is shelter for the bee
Its pods––a singular mystery;
Its petals, softest finery.

Flowers shoot from red-stemmed leaves
With buds—pale pink puffs—like the sleeves
On little girl’s dresses. On summer eves
Open to the falling light achieves


A fragrance from its trumpets wide
Heart resting—with all fears aside
It heaves a convoluted sigh
And sings Hosanna to the sky!

© 2014 Elece Hollis, author of Meet God in the Morning Poems for the Heart of Prayer, with Helen Steiner Rice , with devotionals by Elece

Evening Prairie Primrose


The primrose is a delicate pink, sometimes pure white with a yellow center. It is one of my favorite wildflowers. Primrose grows in ditches and along fencelines and pathways where grass is mown and it can get plenty of water. I have seen it fill in a whole ditch so that when the wind blew, it looked like the the ditch was overflowing with foamy pink tissue paper.

The name, of course, is one of the attractions. Evening Prairie Primrose- what a sweet name. There is nothing so mysteriously beautiful as an evening coming on the prairie with choruses of tree frogs and the hoot of owls from the creek beds. The wind beginning to lie still for the night, brings a peaceful calm and the coolness steals in with the fading day. Coyotes howl and yip out in the orchard and a rustle in the garden tells me a rabbit is seeking  his burrow. A cow may bawl at its calf or a horse whinny.


This patch of primrose is young. It will grow and fill so no green shows- just the pink waving in the warm wind, bowing at us as we pass like little girls in pink dresses curtsying at the end of their dance.

Here is a all white primrose.

The primrose is one of the treasures of the prairie.

Evening Prairie Primrose

The primrose is a delicate pink, sometimes pure white with a yellow center. It is one of my favorite wildflowers. Primrose grows in ditches and along fencelines and pathways where grass is mown and it can get plenty of water. I have seen it fill in a whole ditch so that when the wind blew, it looked like the the ditch was overflowing with foamy pink tissue paper.

The name, of course, is one of the attractions. Evening Prairie Primrose- what a sweet name. There is nothing so mysteriously beautiful as an evening coming on the prairie with choruses of tree frogs and the hoot of owls from the creek beds. The wind beginning to lie still for the night, brings a peaceful calm and the coolness steals in with the fading day. Coyotes howl and yip out in the orchard and a rustle in the garden tells me a rabbit is seeking  his burrow. A cow may bawl at its calf or a horse whinny.


This patch of primrose is young. It will grow and fill so no green shows- just the pink waving in the warm wind, bowing at us as we pass like little girls in pink dresses curtsying at the end of their dance.

Here is a all white primrose.

The primrose is one of the treasures of the prairie.