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
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,
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,
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