A Seed of Curiosity

A Seed of CuriosityBy Elece HollisThere on the concrete park benchA seed—round and dark like a black pearl In a brown sea shell pod.Pungent as a bead of spice—clove?Where did you come from, Little Seed, In your brown paper wrapper?I hear a soft rattling, shimmery sound like Dry pasta in a cardboard box.The wind moves branches of a... Continue Reading →

East Texas Morning

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the rests.~ John RuskinOn a bright hot Texas morningYou can hear the bees a-buzzingCicadas blend their voicesWith the rustling of the leavesThe pine tree's nighttime whisper hasBecome a soft, brushed rhythmWildflowers dance beside the... Continue Reading →

Piece of Sky

A pie slice of blue skyShows through the Hollow trunk of a treeSunlight brightening thePlaces whereWoodpeckers chiseled holes,Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey,  Squirrels hid nutsAnd slept through snowy weatherCurled in cozy darkness. 

Girl of my Heart

Dear Sweet Jordyn, Girl of my heart, I love you so much! We did have a great adventure this summer going on a jet plane all the way to San Diego to visit your Daddy. Wasn't it fun?  You have beautiful dark eyes like your Daddy!You are so full of fun. So super silly.You played dress-up in a store and made... Continue Reading →

Girl of my Heart

Dear Sweet Jordyn, Girl of my heart, I love you so much! We did have a great adventure this summer going on a jet plane all the way to San Diego to visit your Daddy. Wasn't it fun?  You have beautiful dark eyes like your Daddy!You are so full of fun. So super silly.You played dress-up in a store and made... Continue Reading →

Dogwood

Graceful dogwoodEach of four petals scared with red like the cross of Jesus. How can the sky be such a perfect blue? Dogwood  flowers like waxen crosses. Centered with a green crownPrecious heart shaped petals whiter than snow and speaking God's love at Easter.

Dogwood

Graceful dogwoodEach of four petals scared with red like the cross of Jesus. How can the sky be such a perfect blue? Dogwood  flowers like waxen crosses. Centered with a green crownPrecious heart shaped petals whiter than snow and speaking God's love at Easter.

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus, I read in Isaiah 55 these words: "So you will go out with joy, and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be... Continue Reading →

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus, I read in Isaiah 55 these words: "So you will go out with joy, and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be... Continue Reading →

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