A Joyful Noise (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A grateful relief is the scripture, to make a joyful noise How wonderful, for me, if not for the others ...
A grateful relief is the scripture, to make a joyful noise How wonderful, for me, if not for the others ...
We sat around the living room a more casual gathering the small flock listening to the word, yes; but sharing ...
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
At the end of the Thanksgiving service, she shared the affirmation of her call, her turn before the committee, She ...
in the dimly lit Sanctuary, the Chancel ready for the Choir's rehearsal aglow and adorned pausing to notice the manger, ...
Three young siren's all peeling in pain, of their own making set off by a punishment an accounting for misbehavior ...
Pain spoke an audible gasp in the congregation at the sudden news of your recent passing a body giving in ...
My eyes welled up Tears rolled down my cheeks As the choir sang Of God's Love and His forgiveness Vision ...
Falsetto, rain on me Pull me in, and the crowd Under the tent, before you Feeling the words Wash over ...
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
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