Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Bright Song

 Beauty is God's handwriting––a wayside sacrament. 
Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, 
and thank God for it as a cup of blessing. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bright Song
By Elece hollis

Beside the steam I found them 
Sunlit iris wild.
I stopped and walked among them with
 Wonder of a child.

I sat down and I listened
And I began to hear
Music from the forest, the ocean,
Coming near.

I think I heard a mountain 
Singing a sweet air
A melody, a tune, a hymn, a ballad 
I could share.

So I joined in the singing, 
The serenade of light;
An anthem, a soft lullaby, a sonnet,
Chorus bright.

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