What Color?


What man has written man may read; 
But God fills every root and seed 
With cryptic words, too strangely set
For mortals to decipher yet. 
CHARLES DALMON
What Color?
by Elece Hollis
Some colors we cannot define.
Here is blue. No red, maybe purple?
 There is gold of light and white 
Color bleeds through
Layers itself, bunches up
To make it’s heart stronger,
Then shies back like
A young girl showing Daddy her new dress
November hydrangea
Tinged with wine and buttoned with sky
Lined with indigo 
Streaked and speckled with snow white 
Back-lit with orange and brown and green
Color not waiting to be named,
 But changing every second 
With the song of the autumn wind,
The warm caress of afternoon sunlight,
 The cold touch of night’s hand,
 The frosty breath of 
Morning.


©2014 Elece Hollis

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Letter to a Rose Painter

Dear God,

I just want to say how much I admire your artwork. Everwhere I look, from children’s faces to the bark of trees, to wild animals like the giraffe to the sea shells washed on ocean shores, everywhere are wonderful beautiful things that you have designed. There are waterfalls crafted by your hand. There are sunsets too pretty to forget. There are flowers that delight with colors and such petals!
The birds, just the ones in my part of the world, are colorful and arresting. Their songs each original, their nests of certain grasses and rootlets. Then there are all the ones in other places that I have never seen. It amazes my heart. How wondrously you have made all things.

You knew how I would relish every bloom and every leaf. How I would love trees and rocks, shells and stones. You thought up the best colors yellows, reds, pinks, greens, purples and blues. The color of straw. The color of cornsilk, of bluebonnets, of pearl, of sky. Like love letters to us.
Thank you, Jesus for this swirl of silken rose, for this pink with tinge of yellow and wisp of white.
Love you,  
              Elece

Letter to a Rose Painter

Dear God,

I just want to say how much I admire your artwork. Everwhere I look, from children’s faces to the bark of trees, to wild animals like the giraffe to the sea shells washed on ocean shores, everywhere are wonderful beautiful things that you have designed. There are waterfalls crafted by your hand. There are sunsets too pretty to forget. There are flowers that delight with colors and such petals!
The birds, just the ones in my part of the world, are colorful and arresting. Their songs each original, their nests of certain grasses and rootlets. Then there are all the ones in other places that I have never seen. It amazes my heart. How wondrously you have made all things.

You knew how I would relish every bloom and every leaf. How I would love trees and rocks, shells and stones. You thought up the best colors yellows, reds, pinks, greens, purples and blues. The color of straw. The color of cornsilk, of bluebonnets, of pearl, of sky. Like love letters to us.
Thank you, Jesus for this swirl of silken rose, for this pink with tinge of yellow and wisp of white.
Love you,  
              Elece