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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Make Music

 “One ought, every day at least, to hear 
a little song, to read a good poem, to see 
a fine picture, and if it were at all possible,
 to speak a few reasonable words.” 
Johann Wolfgang  Von Goethe

Make Music
by Elece Hollis

Make music wherever you go;
That’s generosity.
Tap a rhythm—start the beat;
That’s leadership.

Hum and strum a melody;
That’s encouragement.

Laugh at false starts and off key notes;
That’s grace.

Sing the words out loud and bold;
That’s a gift to the world.


“Then those who sing,
 as well as those who play the flutes, shall say,
 ‘All my springs of joy are in you.'”
 Psalm 87:7