God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty. Saint John of the CrossRainbowBy Elece HollisAfter a rain sunlight passing through the wetSplits light into slivers––pieces, Bends it into rainbows.After the darkness and void through the mistA voice thundered "Let there be light!"And there was color.After forty... Continue Reading →

"Each month of the year has its own beauty…a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again. "Ralph Waldo Emerson October Rose By Elece HollisAutumn's chilly nights come;Cold calls for the woolen blanketsFrom the cabinets upstairs.Spread atop the patchwork quiltsOn the old farmhouse's bedsWoven of the warmth of summer sun.Rose lights my kitchen windowsill,Teems with... Continue Reading →

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading by his vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.Alfred North WhiteheadFull Circle by Elece HollisSo sweetly comes the autumnWith bright berries and multicolor leaves.The sweetgum was bare, then green, is red, then purple, Now orange and finally yellow––lastly bare.Green stays only in the pines, the fir and... Continue Reading →