Make Music

 "One ought, every day at least, to hear 
a little song, to read a good poem, to see 
a fine picture, and if it were at all possible,
 to speak a few reasonable words." 

Johann Wolfgang  Von Goethe

Make Music

by Elece Hollis

Make music wherever you go;

That's generosity.

Tap a rhythm—start the beat;

That's leadership.

Hum and strum a melody;

That's encouragement.

Laugh at false starts and off key notes;

That's grace.

Sing the words out loud and bold;

That's a gift to the world.

"Then those who sing,
 as well as those who play the flutes, shall say,
 'All my springs of joy are in you.'"

 Psalm 87:7

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East Texas Morning

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it 

ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the rests.

~ John Ruskin

On a bright hot Texas morning

You can hear the bees a-buzzing

Cicadas blend their voices

With the rustling of the leaves

The pine tree's nighttime whisper has

Become a soft, brushed rhythm

Wildflowers dance beside the road;

Cars in passing stir a breeze. 

Mockingbird joins in the chorus,

Sings the songs the flowers dance to,

Grazing cows find shelter 

In the shade of spreading trees.

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

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Wedding Day

All your life you dream;

All your life you wait,

Until

One day

You fall in love.

Life begins afresh

With a wedding day.

Like a movie's end,

A movie that 

Changes your heart,

With music

That sinks into your soul;

Music that insists 

You stay

Listening 

In the emptying theater

To hear the last 

Sweet note,

Before going out into 

The altered

Evening.

Life begins with the end of 

Waiting.

Ram's Horn

                                                                           Like a sea shell 

                                                                 The great ram's                                                        

                                                            Horn curls into 

                                                         A cursive "C".

                                                     It's colors show

                                                    The year's passing

                                                      The cold,                                .

                                                        The heat,                                  Horn

                                                          The struggle                               Music

                                                              Blends into a                     Of wild somber

                                                                  Swirl of music           Pearly notes

                                                                           With dark lines and