Monday, November 2, 2015

October Rose

"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 Hollis

Autumn's chilly nights come;
Cold calls for the woolen blankets
From the cabinets upstairs.

Spread atop the patchwork quilts
On the old farmhouse's beds
Woven of the warmth of summer sun.

Rose lights my kitchen windowsill,
Teems with stored up summer sunrises
And full of sunset's scarlet hues.

Rose, the brightest flower of fall
Collection of the year's brightest pieces 
In one sensational satin swirl!

Monday, September 21, 2015

Full Circle

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading by his vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.
Alfred North Whitehead

Full Circle 
by Elece Hollis

So sweetly comes the autumn
With 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 holly.
Birds fatten and their feathers begin to show wear.
Spring was here earlier; she excused herself
And headed under-green.

After the acorns, the walnuts, and pecans have fallen
Old men rake leaves from their lawns and burn bonfires
Snow will come drifting softly, whitely down
Something always falling––falling.

We, like the year, come in time, full circle,
We grow from babes, to carefree tots, to teens;
Become parents––then grandparents
Then become again children and finally babes.

Seasons define us, each cradling a limited number of days,
Spring, summer, fall, and winter. 
Days drifting swiftly, softly, silently by––a dream 
We can't remember. A full circle of life.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Resolve to Live

He misses a joy, who cannot endure a thorn.

Resolve to Live
 By Elece Hollis

If my hands are closed, holding tightly to what I have,
I cannot receive what God wants to place in them.

If my eyes are closed tightly to shut out painful sights
I fear to see, I will not see beauty.

If my heart is shut up against the hurt of others,
I will have no strength to deal with my own wounds.

 If my mind is closed to the ideas of those I disagree with,
I will not know if what I believe is truth.

 Open my hands.

Open my eyes.

Open my heart.

Open my mind.

Here is life—and I don't want to miss it,
Glorious, painful, awesome, 
Fearfully wonderful

Monday, June 22, 2015

Bumble-Bee Song

Oh, the depths of the fathomless deep,
Oh, the riddle and secret of things,
 And the voice through the darkness heard,
 And the rush of the winnowing wings! 
Sir Lewis Morris

Bumble-Bee Song
By Elece Hollis

Whistle and hum a song for the bees
Bumble and bizz and buzz
A bumblely, humbely, happy day song
Of the bumblebee just because...

Summer has come to the country;
God whistled it in on the breeze.
It pulses and sings and shimmers on wings
And trembles like leaves on the trees.

It rests in the heat. It hovers mid-air;
Greets all the flowers by name!
No less can I—as long days drift by
Go visit the petals the same.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

His Hands

"A good father will leave his imprint on his daughter
 for the rest of her life."

James C. Dobson

  His Hands
By Elece Hollis

As we harvested the grapes for jelly-making
I took photos of his hands;
I wanted never to forget those hands,
How they looked in my mind's eye.

The photos shocked me—rocked me
Never would I have thought those hands
Had already become strange, drifted
My daddy's hands—into the shallows of my memory.

I think I only imagined I knew 
What his hands looked like—those hands.
What is it I do remember? 
It's how those hands felt holding mine.

When I was small and frightened, those hands
Caught me, lead me, nurtured me.
Those are comforting memories,
Which cannot be captured in a photograph.

Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right.
 Think about things that are pure and lovely, and dwell 
on the fine good things in others.
Philippians 4:8 TLB

Helen Steiner Rice wrote many poems about the love of family. 
In this book her beloved poems are paired with devotional thoughts written by Elece Hollis.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The Princess

The Princess
By Elece Hollis

Full of grace and light
She reigns amid the green
 Spring's princess

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Windowsill Bouquets

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet.

Marcelene Cox

Windowsill Bouquets
By Elece Hollis

Spring comes inside
To the windowsill
In installments
Pinks and Purples,
Whites and yellows,
Reds and oranges,
Bright blooms.
Eager grandchildren come
Bringing these
Clasped in sweet fists
Behind their backs.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 
The flowers appear on the earth. 
Song of Solomon 2:11-12


Monday, May 11, 2015

Left Behind

"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. 
Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. 
Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk." 
 Beverly Nichols

Left Behind
by Elece Hollis

I love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,
Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.
I love to see the trees strong standing like sentinels on the land;
To think of the generations these farms and orchards spanned.

I love to think in years gone by—sweet on a springtime day,
Long before the family changed and faded soft away,
A housewife knelt with flower bulbs, a garden trowel in her hand,
Turned back the dirt and snugged each bulb like a promise to the land.

She watched them sprout each springtime—watched them bloom in time;
She knew they'd make the heart glad ... like God's poetry and rhyme.
Pink hyacinths, dancing iris, bright sunny daffodils,
Come suddenly through the brown loam of winter's dreary chills.

Through many years of happiness, perhaps a few of woe,
Those flowers sprout back up again when soft spring breezes blow.
They push up through life's seasons. They speak of days gone by,
Of births, of deaths, marriages, moves—changes the blossoms belie.

One day the house stood empty, one day the roof would fall,
But those flowers would come for decades—legacies outlasting all.
When houses and barns decay and fall, and fences totter and lean
The soil reclaims its expanses, but time winks his eye at these.

A good man leaves an inheritance for his Children's children...
Proverbs 13:22

Helen Steiner Rice poetry with devotions by Elece Hollis

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade,
 the presence of God.
 The world is crowded with him. He walks everywhere incognito.
C.S. Lewis

You shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace:
 the mountains and the hills will break forth
 before you into singing,
 and all the trees of the field will clap—will clap their hands.
 Isaiah 55:12

by Elece Hollis

 If I could sing like a violet, offer incense like a rose, 
Dance before God in the wind like a daffodil,
Bless God like a hyacinth does,
If I could praise.

If I could whisper prayers like the dandelions
 Trust my seeds to His wind, if I could worship
So well as these in the spring grasses,
If I could praise.

If I could twirl like a tulip
Bow like a pearl peony, follow his light like a sunflower,
Sing like a blossoming tree to my creator
If I could praise.

I would find my heart content.

©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

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Out of Darkness

Joy is to behold God in everything.
Julian of Norwich

Out of Darkness
 By Elece Hollis

Out of the brown and sodden earth springs spring 
To surprise us again
Though we knew she was coming
 We knew and we waited and we thought ourselves

 Spring came one morning—sprouted up
Surprised us yet again
With purple crocus and yellow daffodils dancing
How from brown come such joyful colors—yet they come

 God created Adam from the dirt—now from the soil
Surprises us again
He mixes dirt with sunlight and rain 
 To wake our hearts and souls from winter's drear and set us

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

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

Winter Songs

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day, 
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
 And as silently steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Winter Songs

When winter days are cold and drear,
Listen to me, Friend so dear,
Listen well and you will hear
The winter's sweet sweet music.

Winter's cold sings spring's bright tale
A song of the sun and thawing dale
Which comes as promised—without fail
Now can't you hear that music?

Winter's hymn is of summer bright
When heat clings even into the night
And children run and fly a kite,
These tunes are in winter's music.

Winter's chorus sings autumn days
When fireflies flit and bonfires blaze
And crimson leaves a'falling raise
The melody of winter's music.

Winter's ballad is in the wind's cry
Lifting and falling as days pass by,
Afternoon shadows—the night's lullaby
Notes of the year's fairest music.

©Elece Hollis 2015

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