Swallowtail

Swallowtail

By Elece Hollis

All among the flowers

 She fluttered, she flew and she lit,

Again her wings opened and closed like doors

On hinges

Windows that know the sky, the wind, the voice

Of the creator who called her from a chrysalis

Before that from an egg on the underside of a leaf

From the egg she crawled a caterpillar

Along the leaf eating, eating—so hungry

Always full and still hungry 

 To the under-edge of a twig

 To wait and grow—curl up inside a tiny room where 

She sleeps, she waits again and longer until the day 

She fits no more—her natural plastic splits

 Off she goes and her wings expand with fluid pumped in

Her moist wings dry in the warm sun 

She flaps them the first time

Flies off to be somebody's miracle,

Somebody's message,

Somebody's angel

Somebody's delight.

 Now she is mine.

©2014 Elece Hollis , author of Meet God in the Morning, Poems from the Heart of Prayer,
 a devotional book with poems by Helen Steiner Rice. Find this book.

Summer's End

Summer 's End

What a sweet time is summer, with picnic-y fun,

Lots of long days to bask in the sun,

What a wonder the fresh foods we so much enjoy

A treat for the each girl and for each smiling boy.

What a great time for travel, for trips and vacations,

Time to go visit our friends and relations.

Summer's the best time to slow with the heat

To sit down and share something special to eat.

There are not many arguments, problems or fights

That couldn't be solved—at last set to rights

Over corn and tomatoes, melons, and such

That's why in summer we don't fuss so much.

Summer's the best time for joy all around

It's the time when our most happy feelings are found

 Time to pick flowers—to play in the shade

Summer's the time our best memories are made.

©2014 Elece Hollis

Author of Taste of Christmas -Cookie Cookbook 

&Inspiration for the Season

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Light

 Count on it—God intrudes in glorious and myriad ways.

Joni Eareckson Tada

Light

by Elece Hollis

You are the light outside my window 

Streaming in through cobwebbed panes

Bringing truth to free me from

All my dusty shame

You are the light streaming in,

Pure from heaven,

Pulsing its way

Even into the murky and hopeless

Places of my soul.

I have tried to make my own light,

But man-made oil runs out

Flames flicker and die

Through it all,

You are there Jesus,

You light my life.

You help me see the words,

So I can sing!

Just as a father has compassion on his children, 

so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him.

For He Himself knows our frame;  He is mindful that we are but dust."

 Psalm 103:13-14  

A Seed of Curiosity

A Seed of Curiosity

By Elece Hollis

There on the concrete park bench

A 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 wispy willowy green tree 

Across the courtyard and I spot more seed packets

Rustling in the breeze.

I find it amazing that

A tree waits inside this tiny sphere

Waits for seasons to change and come and go again

Rain to fall—sunshine to warm the soil

Tree seed—a Mini-Wonder!  

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Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer