Soul Music

What man has written man may read; 

But God fills every root and seed 

With cryptic words, too strangely set 

For mortals to decipher yet. 

Charles Dalmon

Bloom

 By Elece Hollis

The language of God 

Who can read? Words not in speech.

 But in notes of song,

Drifting––riding on a warm breeze.

Words like flute notes from a wooden pipe,

High and bright and sweet.

Words like rain falling softly

  Like a shaft of golden sunshine,

Like honey and fruits,

Like tree sap and honeysuckle tea.

 Words in code that speak always and ever

 The same line of poetry from the Maker's heart

You are mine. 

I love you. 

I always will.

Time

You're a man, you've seen the world––

The beauty and the wonder and the power, 

The shape of things, their colors, lights and shades, 

Changes, surprises–– And God made it all!

Robert Browning

Time

By Elece Hollis

Time for vases of daffodils on the windowsill.

Time for filling the hummingbird feeders.

Time for sunny warmer days and thunder-stormy evenings.

Time for treefrogs singing after rain.

Time for listening for the returning song of the scissortail.

Time for goldfinches bright yellow in the dandelion patches.

Time to start mowing grass.

Time for azaleas blooming in the park.

Time for bumblebees investigating the first roses.

Time to eat asparagus for supper.

Time for watching the sunset from the porch swing.

Time for wonder. Time for renewal.

Time for dogwood.

Rose

Rose

By Elece

gold and honey stirs

the mind, soul with soft sunlight

singing in the garden

A Man Who Could Make a Rose

A Man Who Could Make a Rose

 By Elece

In April Every Morning

Promise

It is not raining rain to me, 

It's raining daffodils

Robert Loveman

Promise

By Elece Hollis

Promise of sunshine tightly curled 

In each swelling bud,

Promise of sunshine and warmer days,

Promise of gardens and summer squash,

Promise of blackberries ripening on the bush,

Of cool green shade and sips of sweet lemonade.

Promise so immense it cannot be contained 

In a tiny seed, in a tight stem, in a swollen bud

Promise of sunshine–– break out! 

I am ready for you.

©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.

Dance Anyway

Dance, then, wherever you may be; 

And I'll lead you all in the dance said he.

Sydney Carter

Dance Anyway

By Elece Hollis

Little flower in the grass

With leaves like hearts,

Fairies of February

Your tiny green buds 

Pop open white then 

Unfold to show pink

And I walk past.

You wave at passersby

But no one sees. You 

Are too plain––too small

The world takes no note;

You are no bright red tulip

No splendid rose; but dance 

In the chill breeze you will

And sing of spring coming!

©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.

Rainbow Colors

God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.

 Saint John of the Cross

Rainbow

By Elece Hollis

After a rain sunlight passing through the wet

Splits light into slivers––pieces, 

Bends it into rainbows.

After the darkness and void through the mist

A voice thundered "Let there be light!"

And there was color.

After forty days of flood through the window

Flew a white dove with a green leaf 

Love bent his first bow.