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.