Farewell Summer— Welcome Fall

As the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water; heaven full of glory. So may my heart be full of thee.
A Puritan Prayer
 Farewell Summer—Welcome Fall
 By Elece Hollis

Beside a country road,
I found a letter from summer there
You can’t miss it; it’s everywhere
Sweet and mellow
Singing her goodbye
Nodding—swaying in the wind
 Yellow notes of a fading song
Composed on the fragile sunlight and air,
Notice she leaves us
A note  behind wishing
Farewell to another summer
Welcome fall.
My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to You, 
and my soul, which You have redeemed
Psalm 71:23

© 2014 Elece Hollis , author of  Meet God in the Morning 

Meet God in the Morning: Poems for the Heart of Prayer

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Blazing Stars—Prairie Jewels

Everywhere I find the signature, the autograph of God.
Joseph Parker

Blazing Stars
By Elece Hollis
 Lavender spears wave
In August’s super-heated wind,
Calling butterfly and bee
To feast the summer’s end.

Lilac wands sway
Above the prairie grass,
Where by day meadowlark sings
And by night deer quiet pass.

Amethyst scepter rises
Lifted to the wide Oklahoma sky
Stop here and see the wonder of me
Before you rush on by.

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©Elece Hollis, author of Limitless Grace

“But though I had been such a great sinner before conversion, yet God never charged the guilt of the sins of my ignorance upon me; only He showed me I was lost if I did not have Christ, because I had been a sinner. I saw that I wanted a perfect righteousness to present me without fault before God, and this righteousness was nowhere to be found except in the person of Jesus Christ.”
                                                             —from Grace Abounding by John Bunyan
Welcome to a unique and memorable reading experience, where classic meets contemporary, with Limitless Grace. In this lovely devotional—inspired by the writings of John Bunyan—dozens of contemporary devotions offer refreshing reminders of God’s exceeding goodness. Each reading is paired with selected text from Bunyan’s Grace Abounding, making it a fresh way to experience one of the greatest Christian classics of all time.@@@@

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 Ruskin

On a bright hot Texas morning
You can hear the bees a-buzzing
Cicadas blend their voices
With the rustling of the leaves
The pine tree’s nighttime whisper has
Become a soft, brushed rhythm
Wildflowers dance beside the road;
Cars in passing stir a breeze. 
Mockingbird joins in the chorus,
Sings the songs the flowers dance to,
Grazing cows find shelter 
In the shade of spreading trees.

© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
Read Elece’s other blogs:  http://whatsgoodabouthome.blogspot.com/ 

Fields in Summer

The fields are dressed for summer
Beneath the broad blue sky,
Decked out in every gleeful color,
Waving to the passerby!
Dancing in the heated wind
Lining ditch and alley
Susan with her big brown eyes
Yellow-skirted—smiling! 
Native sisters in bright blankets
Nod with the summer rhythms
Wine, yellow, orange, and red
Woven striped and beaded—see them? 
 Pink Prairie Gentians
With blond sun-washed curls,
Are garbed in soft pink dresses
Like ballet-dreaming little girls.
You never know who you might find
Among the meadows grasses
A fellow in a brown fur hat
In a coat of rust and yellow passes 
Yes, the fields are dressed for summer
Hoping you will slow your pace
Not miss the festival of color
Spread across the earth’s green face.



By Elece.Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
Find Elece’s other blogs:  http://thoughtsjoinletters.blogspot.com/       http://prairieplaces.blogspot.com/

Spring is a kiss from God

Spring is always so busy that with change that we often rush through and miss some of the best things–like flowers. In Oklahoma, Ox-eye daisies grow beside the road. Prairie parsley, like firework bursts of bright yellow dance and bow as you pass. Don’t pass too fast. Stop and see. A moment in your headlong hurry to notice is like taking a few seconds to say thanks to God.

Red and orangey Indian paintbrushes leave swathes of color across new green where weeks before all we had was brown. A leisurely walk through a meadow full of new grasses and wildflowers is better than any medicine I know of. It heals up all the drear of winter and all the disappointments and hard knocks you have suffered fade away.

Soon there are splashes of yellow buttercups and pools of soft pink Showy Evening primrose. The pear trees bloom white and apple trees glow pink. In the woods splashes of purple mark the redbud trees and graceful arms of white dogwood grace the scene.

My favorite thing is to find a spot where there once was an old farmhouse. There may be nothing left but the remains of a barn or the top of a cistern or storm cellar. There I find green tufts with yellow trumpets of daffodils blowing in the wind, often purple iris or other flowers once loved now left behind. I consider these house-site flowers a legacy from a prairie housewife, a gift to me, so I go in and pick armloads to carry home and set in vases all over the house. What an extra helping of joy my soul gains from them.

By Elece Hollis, author of Meet God in the Morning, Poems for the Heart of Prayer http://amzn.to/1o6ZMTi

Spring is a kiss from God

Spring is always so busy that with change that we often rush through and miss some of the best things–like flowers. In Oklahoma, Ox-eye daisies grow beside the road. Prairie parsley, like firework bursts of bright yellow dance and bow as you pass. Don’t pass too fast. Stop and see. A moment in your headlong hurry to notice is like taking a few seconds to say thanks to God.

Red and orangey Indian paintbrushes leave swathes of color across new green where weeks before all we had was brown. A leisurely walk through a meadow full of new grasses and wildflowers is better than any medicine I know of. It heals up all the drear of winter and all the disappointments and hard knocks you have suffered fade away.

Soon there are splashes of yellow buttercups and pools of soft pink Showy Evening primrose. The pear trees bloom white and apple trees glow pink. In the woods splashes of purple mark the redbud trees and graceful arms of white dogwood grace the scene.

My favorite thing is to find a spot where there once was an old farmhouse. There may be nothing left but the remains of a barn or the top of a cistern or storm cellar. There I find green tufts with yellow trumpets of daffodils blowing in the wind, often purple iris or other flowers once loved now left behind. I consider these house-site flowers a legacy from a prairie housewife, a gift to me, so I go in and pick armloads to carry home and set in vases all over the house. What an extra helping of joy my soul gains from them.

By Elece Hollis, author of Meet God in the Morning, Poems for the Heart of Prayer http://amzn.to/1o6ZMTi