Remaining in Pain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sound of Rachel continuing her crying remaining in pain long after the earth became quiet after it stopped shaking ...
Poems about boston (31 Poems)
Tremors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The individual struggles the trials of our lives tremors shaking our ground in these, Christ by our side The spirit ...
Reminders in a Sound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much of memory in the senses triggered both happy times and times that shake our souls Reminders in the ...
Not Just an Earthquake (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God with us, right beside us in the troubles of life along our walk upon this earth When the world ...
The Sound of Rachel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her crying, her anguish so real, understanding so well Her cries in the wilderness her children not answering a nightmare ...
Praying for the Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reflecting, on our place in the garden our role in its suffering, its need for rest spending time with the ...
Vibrations in the music (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
Our Stone in the Road (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
Crying in my car (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
Closer to Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Close to our savior, our brother feeling the yoke, the weight he carried the cross he bore, for me, for ...
Closer to the Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
These days, these times, more focused, more centered, fasting, praying, thinking about You about the path you walked, in that ...
Drawn to New Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Study, prayers, fasting growth through study, meditation through some sacrifice, some meager change some discipline, holy, drawing us closer to ...
Drawn to the Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Closer, ever closer, drawn to the cross, to the foot of the cross our savior's burden his suffering, his sacrifice ...
The Symphony of Pentecost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The symphony of Pentecost many voices singing, playing, proclaiming the same melody each playing a special part the different voices, ...
voices in the crowd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's message, the singular good news told simultaneously, a cacophony, a symphony of voices, as if birds singing on a ...
Run the Race (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
Walking Where He Walked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sudden epiphany, realization warming of her spirit in the recognition understanding the meaning in the feeling she felt, knowing, she ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
My playmates (Eugene Field Poem)
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
The Self-Seeker (Robert Frost Poem)
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Ode To William H. Channing (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
The Boston Evening Transcript (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
When Ida Puts Her Armor On (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart- The Steers were ...
The Hideous Chair (Erin Belieu Poem)
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...