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