Tuesday, September 23, 2014

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

Monday, September 15, 2014

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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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

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  





Tuesday, September 2, 2014

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