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,