Monday, May 2, 2016

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.


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

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.


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

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

Saturday, February 20, 2016

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

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

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.