Bright Song

 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
Bright Song
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,
Coming near.
 
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,
Chorus bright.