Come See!

Come See!

By Elece Hollis

Come see—come join in the song!

All earth sings praise to the Creator

Who has from time immemorial 

Raised His hand and created the seed,

The tree, the leaf, the bud, the flower

Anew each day—fresh and beautiful,

Bright and color-filled, light-kissed, and sweet-scented

Again and again—yet never has His paintbrush

Failed to make men and angels

Gasp and sigh in wonder

At His creations. 

 Come now—join in the song!

 If we be faithless, yet He remains faithful, because

 He cannot deny Himself.

2 Timothy 3:13

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,

Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above

Join with all nature in manifold witness,

To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Thomas O. Chisholm 1866–1960

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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation. 

Annie Dillard

Master of Artistry

I relished bright costumes full of patent pizzazz

Skirts and dresses of sparkling jazz

Wonderful, fantastic, delightful array

The sweetest conceptions of  a "dizzy-land" day.

However so darling, creative, and bright

Still cannot compare to the crafter of light

Who amazes us daily with gorgeous designs,

The face of the earth he loads and he lines

With figures, with shapes, with styles that delight us

Astound us, amaze us, amuse us—treat us

To glorious creations of plants and bright flowers

Which show in their beauty his marvelous powers,

His penchant for color is stirred into the picture

His fine sense of humor and a splash of adventure

No man holds a candle to what He can make

When the master of artistry shocks us awake.

©2014 Elece Hollis, author of Limitless Grace,  available  at Mardel's or on Amazon http://amzn.to/1uEcfUM

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Hidden Beauty

Hidden Beauty

You will find treasures there

In the bosom of a rose—In a tulip’s heart

Inside the flesh of a lily, a trillium, an iris,

A zinnia, all bound up

Treasures finer than pure gold

 Like gemstones

Nestled among velvet wrappings

 Hidden deep inside until

The sky's heat-lamp warms it;

Rain caresses, 

Coaxes petals back;

 Colors some out to sing

The real flower is unearthed.

People rush along—hurry—hidden

Swallowed by coats and sweaters;

Fleeing a critical world,

Protecting their hearts,
Shielding their souls,

Then the light dawns—Jesus!

He shines more and more

He comes with peace that heals
Deep wounds.
Soft rain of truth 

Wonderful light of His face

Warms and beautifies

Layers fall back
Petals unfold—showing true selves

Authentic—open and honest
Smiling back at the world once more;

Precious as the day

He made them.

© 2014 by Elece Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK

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