Team Sport (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
God joined us in that intimate space sharing our stories, our beliefs reading the scripture together sipping the tea, laughing ...
She was so smart wisdom was a girl a different image, thought than the Proverbs 31 girl, the one who ...
in the early morning fog the bible verses ooze into my subconscious bleed their message into my soul bypassing my ...
I was swaying, nodding to the words to the words of the pastors, different styles, different books, different verses but ...
The Bible, the ultimate frequently cited authority, the basis for the arguments over and over again. A legal term of ...
A singular building walls of granite, luminous, translucent orange walls in the warm sun light oozing through the living rock ...
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Mom was at home Mrs. Foss was The vacation bible school teacher, The den mother, The class mother. They were ...
Pure distillation Living words informing our understanding Human existence Reclaiming the relationship lost at the fall and each failing of ...
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
What was it that the daily reflection asked? Oh yeah, it was, "If you were set down beside the carriage ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
The Bible is an antique Volume -- Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectres -- Subjects -- ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
See the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous vitality. Over Baden and ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
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