Paintbrushes

Of A Summer Morning  By Elece Hollis Out in the fields where meadowlark goes, Bright paintbrushes stand on the tips of their toes. Butterflies––yellow ones, white, orange, and black Weave melodies over the grasses and back.   Out in the woods where the tanager sings Luna moth travels on gossamer wings. Timid mouse peeps from... Continue Reading →

The Doorway

The Doorway By Elece Hollis Stand awhile and study Each door that faces you; Listen just a little To the voices coming through. Watch who passes in before, See who passes back too. Find out where the door may lead; Ask their advice--please do. Seek the mind of Jesus Let Him guide you true, For... Continue Reading →

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