Roadside Flowers

A philosopher once asked, "Where is God?" 
The Christian answered, 
Let me first ask you, where is he not?"

John Arrowsmith

Along the roadside 

A stream of flowers flutter and fly in the wind 

Looking as if a flower shop's delivery truck 

Has sprung a leak,

As if an artist dribbled every color

On the wayside grass

Too intent on painting to notice,

Spring showers splashed and the colors ran

Sun streamed down and the dropped blossoms

Multiplied;  

So without any cooking at all

I feast on soul food.

Sentinels

We may ignore but never evade

 the presence of God. 

The world is crowded with Him. He walks 

everywhere incognito.

C.S. Lewis

Sentinels

by c.elecehollis

Like sentinels guarding over the garden

Bearded watchmen stand tall and silent,

Vigilant in the early afternoon sunlight, 

Green swords ready at their sides.

Lily-Pops

The earth laughs in flowers.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Like a fistful of orange lollipops,

A gift from the earth,

Satin lilies pop out of fat buds.

Wave in the spring breeze

So sweet you can smell sugar about them

Fanciful and fun enough

To make us all feel like kids

Seeing them open, fresh-made

By the hands of God.

Silent Beauty

All God's greatest works are silent...Nature rose 
under the Almighty hand without clang or clamor, 

or noises that distract and disturb.

 Andrew Martin Fairbairn

Silent as growing grass

Silent as the noonday sun

As moonlight falling over the meadow

Silent as the sky after the storm

Silent as an earnest prayer 

Silent as color, as shadows, as dawn

Silent as a whisper hushed

Whites dance on air 

Purse yellow lips in my direction

And smile—silent still.

Pink Laughing

Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.

Leon Henri Marie Bloy

Like cherry syrup poured into fluted glasses

Ruffled-lipped joy-filled tulips invite me to laugh with them

Glow pink like a early summer sunrise

Pink to mix with gold and green, swirl and splash

With blue sky for a perfectly happy day.

Singing Springing Song

Spring is nature's song and dance of delight.

Springing, flinging, winging,

Dancing, singing

Swaying, straying, this-a-waying

Reaching, preaching, us beseeching

To be joining the celebrating, 

Demonstrating, all-the-waiting's past.

Moving, grooving,  greeting, fleeting;

Treating us to music sweetening,

Flaunting, flitting, like sunlit ribbons 

Fluttering, flittering,

Twisty-tying happiness

To my heart.

Crayon Colors

Circumstances and situations do color life, 

but you have been given the mind to choose

what the color shall be. 

John Homer Miller

Crayon Colors
By Elece Hollis

Were these colors in my crayon box

With woolly white of grazing flocks?

I remember periwinkle blue,

Olive green and slate grey too.

Sandy beach and sycamore bark

Cinnamon twist, twilight black, 

Bittersweet orange and yellow-green 

With timberwolf gray sandwiched in between.

Chestnut, raw sienna, Indian red

With sea-foam floating overhead;

Just a touch of atomic tangerine

Cornflower blue and asparagus green.

I loved my box of sixty-fours

And when I take a walk outdoors

I find the colors still in mind

Crayons trained my heart to find.

Spring Parade

He is the poet of the world, with tender patience leading it 

by vision of truth, beauty, and goodness.

Alfred North Whitehead

Come see what I found on the sunny chill day

Come see the flowers like flags!  Hooray! Hooray!

Red, purple, pink, yellow, white, wave and sway.

Spring is here and summer's on her way.

Come and see the tulips bloom today.

Somebody New

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf, 

or see the sky, then I know why—I believe

Aaron Neville

Somebody New

Somebody new today,

Somebody precious,

Somebody no one but God knows well;

Somebody special,

Somebody treasured,

Somebody loved more than words can tell.

To Be Six

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet...

Marcelene Cox

To be six is to be older than you ever thought you'd be,

Seems the world is now your oyster

Wonderful to see!

To be six is to see life as others only wish to see;

Seems you note each passing wonder

Beautiful and free!

To be six is to be happy trolling through sweet days

Seems that all the world holds splendor

In a million ways!