Come See!

Come See!
By Elece Hollis
Come see—come join in the song!
All earth sings praise to the Creator
Who has from time immemorial 
Raised His hand and created the seed,
The tree, the leaf, the bud, the flower
Anew each day—fresh and beautiful,
Bright and color-filled, light-kissed, and sweet-scented
Again and again—yet never has His paintbrush
Failed to make men and angels
Gasp and sigh in wonder
At His creations. 
 Come now—join in the song!
 If we be faithless, yet He remains faithful, because
 He cannot deny Himself.
2 Timothy 3:13
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Thomas O. Chisholm 1866–1960

A Thousand Voices

Earth with her thousand voices, praises God. 
Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Oh beautiful sweet scented roses
Unfurling after a rain,
At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,
At the soft breathe of God on the wind.

Your petals, white as summer clouds,
With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearled
You lift to dance and sing the praises
Of the artist who paints our world. 

©2014 Elece Hollis  Find a copy with this link:  Limitless Grace .

Swallowtail

Swallowtail
By Elece Hollis

All among the flowers
 She fluttered, she flew and she lit,
Again her wings opened and closed like doors
On hinges
Windows that know the sky, the wind, the voice
Of the creator who called her from a chrysalis
Before that from an egg on the underside of a leaf
From the egg she crawled a caterpillar
Along the leaf eating, eating—so hungry
Always full and still hungry 
 To the under-edge of a twig
 To wait and grow—curl up inside a tiny room where 
She sleeps, she waits again and longer until the day 
She fits no more—her natural plastic splits
 Off she goes and her wings expand with fluid pumped in
Her moist wings dry in the warm sun 
She flaps them the first time
Flies off to be somebody’s miracle,
Somebody’s message,
Somebody’s angel
Somebody’s delight.
 Now she is mine.

©2014 Elece Hollis , author of Meet God in the Morning, Poems from the Heart of Prayer,
 a devotional book with poems by Helen Steiner Rice. Find this book.Meet God in the Morning: Poems for the Heart of Prayer

Summer’s End

Summer ‘s End
What a sweet time is summer, with picnic-y fun,
Lots of long days to bask in the sun,
What a wonder the fresh foods we so much enjoy
A treat for the each girl and for each smiling boy.
What a great time for travel, for trips and vacations,
Time to go visit our friends and relations.
Summer’s the best time to slow with the heat
To sit down and share something special to eat.


There are not many arguments, problems or fights
That couldn’t be solved—at last set to rights
Over corn and tomatoes, melons, and such
That’s why in summer we don’t fuss so much.


Summer’s the best time for joy all around
It’s the time when our most happy feelings are found
 Time to pick flowers—to play in the shade
Summer’s the time our best memories are made.


©2014 Elece Hollis
Author of Taste of Christmas -Cookie Cookbook 
&Inspiration for the Season
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Song and Dance


Sing a song of seasons,
Something bright in all,
Flowers in the summer;
Fires in the fall.
Robert Louis Stevenson


Song and Dance
By C. Elece Hollis
Come Summer late with marigolds, with zinnias, and with cosmos
Splash the green with colors like the sunset from the hill
Come Summer, sing of Autumn—prepare us for her visit
Let us store up warmth and light within our souls—until

We can dance the dance of winter;
We can shout the joy of spring!
We can wait for seasons changing—passing
Learn to trust what God will bring.

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, 
and summer and winter, and day and night will not cease.
Genesis  8:22 nkjv

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

Marketplace

Marketplace
“I think God’s love is meant to be encountered, received, embraced, even guzzled and gobbled by famished souls, but not necessarily understood.”
Steven James

Marketplace
By Elece Hollis

To the market we go 
To buy zucchini squash and carrots,
Peppers, peaches, tomatoes red as fire engines.
 We go for glads and dahlias to put in a glass pitcher,
To grace the breakfast table,
For fresh baked bread and goat cheese.
To watch a woman weaving baskets, 
Listen to a singer belt out his version of 
Amazing Grace,
To watch a juggler spin plates.  
We are not leaving without being
Inspired by this place, these people, 
Pieces and parts of patterns— 
A patchwork quilt-top.
We won’t leave without thanks
Swelling up in our hearts 
At the sounds, 
Music, voices, laughter, water splashing in the fountain;
 At the sights—the colors, the diversity, the flavors!
We won’t leave without feeding our souls 
A feast of flowers, 
Watching butterflies and dragonflies fly,
And bumblebees bumble.
Without watching gray-suited doves strut on the sidewalks,
Winging to the overhangs of nearby buildings.
 We won’t leave without speaking to God’s children, 
Without drinking in the freshness 
Without looking upward to the blazing blue sky 
Singing Hallelujah!
 Without knowing what a great God
Our God is, 
 Without hearing his eternal message
“I love you,” 
Without hearing His elegant electric voice.

 Hallelujah!

“Life is a church.” David Phelps
© 2014 Elece Hollis, author of Limitless Grace,  available  at Mardel’s or on Amazon http://amzn.to/1uEcfUM
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Meeting Morning

Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5

A garden plot’s a healing spot.
 I know the feel of sod
Was my mother’s way to say,
 “I’ve touched a bit of God.”
 June Masters Bacher

As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand
 that it is the common everyday blessings 
of our common everyday lives
 for which we should be particularly grateful.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
In the Morning
By Elece Hollis

I meet God in the morning 
when the dew is on the grass
When the sun has just come up 
And a soft breeze trundles past.

I meet Him in the quiet spot 
Beside the garden gate
While the birds come singing-winging,
 He arrives; He’s never late.

I meet Him in the garden rows
 He sends a butterfly to kiss
My shoulder or my hair, my face
 A dew-new greeting I must not miss.

I meet Him as I kneel down
 Plucking peas and pulling weeds
He meets me there and touches me.
 With simple peace, He meets my needs.

I meet God in the morning
He goes with me through the day
 I thank Him for the joy and love
He gifts me with along life’s way.

Have you noticed how many of the flowers and trees have heart-shaped leaves? Could it be that God is saying, “Hey there, somebody loves you!”
C.E. Hollis

The quest for a simpler life is in itself
 an infinite journey toward God.
Wanda Urbanska


©2014 Elece Hollis, author of Limitless Grace,  available  at Mardel’s or on Amazon http://amzn.to/1uEcfUM
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