Bright Song

 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 steam I found them 
Sunlit iris wild.
I stopped and walked among them with
 Wonder of a child.
 
I sat down and I listened
And I began to hear
Music from the forest, the ocean,
Coming near.
 
I think I heard a mountain 
Singing a sweet air
A melody, a tune, a hymn, a ballad 
I could share.
 
So I joined in the singing, 
The serenade of light;
An anthem, a soft lullaby, a sonnet,
Chorus bright.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Fireworks

Open your eyes and the whole world is full of God.
Jakob Bohme

Like a bursting firework rocket
Shouting out the praise
Of God the master craftsman
Crafting wonderful displays.

Tight inside a sprouting seed
Bulging up the stalk and now,
Building, growing, bursting bud
From inside out kapow—oh wow!

Grow me up inside, Jesus;
Fill me up with your true life
Stuff me so full I swell and burst 
A colorful blossom sparked with fire.



© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
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