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Frosty Letters

Frost edges every blade of grass;
Freezes it into a fairyland of white,
But the oak is only beginning to drop her sculpted leaves
Drop them like handwritten letters from spring
When they first popped from buds and began growing,
When they loaded the tree with leathery green
From summer when they shaded the children playing,
When a circle of day lilies circled the tree,
From autumn when they flew like flags
When we first noticed them begin to turn brown
When they rattled and fluttered and shook in the wind.
Frost trims each letter in fragile lace
Each letter has a message to deliver to winter
A letter of seasons and hope, change, and promise.

The Doorway

The Doorway

By Elece Hollis

Stand awhile and study

Each door that faces you;

Listen just a little

To the voices coming through.

Watch who passes in before,

See who passes back too.

Find out where the door may lead;

Ask their advice–please do.

Seek the mind of Jesus

Let Him guide you true,

For all the doors that open

There will not be a few,

Will change your life forever,

Determine what you’ll do,

Who’ll you become, whose life you’ll touch

Boldly step on through!

fullsizeoutput_7accChristmas Cactus

 By Elece Hollis

She’s called a cactus––but has no spines;

She speaks between her graceful lines.

She isn’t fir or coned´pine.

At Christmas time.

 

She isn’t Poinsettia bright

Not Amaryllis––that’s alright!

 She bows her head––shy––out of sight

At Christmas time.

 

She brightens up the room each year;

Comes to bring us all good cheer.

I count her blossoming quite dear

At Christmas time.